" Dearest Nora, I miss you. I wish I was by your side now. But you know how things are—a man can’t stay put, knowing that in Macedonia the Turks are slaughtering our brothers, trying to keep them under the fez. I told you then and I tell you now—if men like me don’t go to liberate the brothers, no one will. The Russians helped us be free. It’s now our turn to help. I love you, Nora, but there are things before which even love must bow. I know with time you’ll understand and forgive. "

― Miroslav Penkov , East of the West: A Country in Stories