I’m late to the party. You know, the one where people spontaneously burst into song, say lines like “I wanna be in the room where it happens” and snap their fingers, saying “work!” with sass. I’m talking about Hamilton the musical.
As I am writing this, streams of raindrops are running down the bus window. We are stuck in traffic. The clouds have rolled in and wrung themselves out on top of us. Looking at the positive side of things, I have plenty of time to dream. With glazed eyes my mind turns back to the […]
How did Bulgaria look like? I had no idea prior to my arrival. Maybe some old-fashioned houses, some typical Eastern European influence? I touched down in Sofia and was surprised. Everything looked rather familiar. If you had shown me a picture of some of the streets I curiously strolled along, I would have guessed them […]