" Traveling around the country where you grew up , lost some of your virginity and a few of your illusions, acquired some lasting neuroses, and then left in a hateful mood, is a slightly schizoid experience. You are at once an outsider to the present and an insider of the past. Or perhaps the other way round. "

― Kapka Kassabova , Street without a Name: Childhood and Other Misadventures in Bulgaria