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The moments when you stop recognizing yourself

  One day I woke up and felt different. I could not say why — it was just a feeling living somewhere inside me. I went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. It was me, a tired version, but still me. Yet something within me did not feel the same. Something had changed, and I could almost see how this other person was trying to get out and live my life. I told myself it was just a period and it would pass. I thought that once I took a break, I would return to myself again. But weeks later there was still no time to rest. And slowly, the other person began living my life. This person was nervous, anxious, and a bit mean. Unsatisfied, raising his voice, reacting with negativity. Impatient, not particularly kind, tolerating nothing and no one. Patience simply did not exist for him. I did not want him there, but I did not have the strength to fight him. The exhaustion was too big. Inside, I felt confused, disgusted, and ashamed of my actions. I felt lonely and misunders...
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Mototrip 2025 - Tenth day – Sofia, Bulgaria

 

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Last day of the trip was a bit sad for me as I had become used to being on the bike with a hilarious group of people. However, we quickly got of the ferry, found a place in Durres, Albania to eat something and to say goodbye. Veni and I were going back to Bulgaria, while the others would make one night in Greece before returning home.

We said goodbye and left to those stunning mountain views in Albania. The road was great; you could see a very interesting thing – very rich and very poor people living next to each other. The first one in a rich, enormous house, the other one living literary over trash. I still cannot understand how it is possible, such a huge difference living door to door.

From Albania, we went to Macedonia. During the ride there was some rain but nothing too serious, however, because of the previous accident, Veni was very careful. There were no stressful situations, everything was fine, and my motivation to see my son was above all.

We crossed the border in Macedonia and got into Debar. We were so hungry and I saw those doner kebabs and my legs just went into the place. That was so delicious that I cannot describe it. We drove to a gas station to fill the bike and grabbed a coffee.

Some more rain and we arrived in Bulgaria. At first it was a bit strange to hear everybody talking in Bulgarian, I got used to hear certain voices in my language. It was so cold, from 30 degrees and more we went to 13. It was awful but the thought of hugging my son soon kept me warm.

The moment I opened the door my boy was waiting for me screaming from happiness and jumped right into my arms for a hug, after a while her went to hug his father, he was so excited that I almost cried.

Overall, it was a great experience and I would definitely do it again!

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