I want to tell you a story.
Somewhere back in 2006, I was recording my very first debut album.
I was 30 years old, full of dreams and great hopes.
The album was sponsored by a man in the United States, with the participation of a drummer and friend from Texas. At that time, I was given a guitar I could only dream of, one that I chose myself. In the summer of 2007, I had to give it back. Everything was part of life’s natural course.
At the same time, I lost my mother — an incredible person and a musician in her younger years. And life took a different direction.
Let’s fast-forward.
A few years ago, in more recent times, an incredible person reached out to me — a human being with a capital H. Justin had seen the guitar years earlier and recognized it. He already knew my work, bought it, and over time offered several times to return it to me — to give it to me as a gift.
Naturally, I refused. But a few months ago — maybe just a month — things started to shift.
When I finally agreed to accept it, we wondered how it could make its way here. I asked my friend Dani if he knew the best way to bring it back to our homeland. Within just a few hours, he contacted a friend of his who lives there and was traveling home for the holidays. And I don’t know whether this is reality or some kind of fantastic story, but a day or two later they met in Texas, in a parking lot, and Justin handed it over so it could find its way back to Bulgaria.
I keep thinking — why, and for what purpose. I have no clear answers. Only one thing remains as an answer to me: angels live among us on Earth. They are people you pass by every day. People you talk to. People who, despite everything, come back to you. They write to you, call you, and despite their own struggles, remind you that goodness is still above all. That the heart keeps the flame alive. That love still remains — even as a small ember that can reignite an old fire. No matter how much we try to forget, at the very last moment they appear and remind us who we are and what our purpose is in this paradise called Earth.
The guitar is now traveling back to Bulgaria.
I don’t know if you believe in God. I don’t know if you believe in energy or angels. But for me, the place where we are born and where we will one day depart is a construction with a design beyond our knowledge and capabilities.
Thank you, my friends.
Thank you, Justin. Thank you, Dani. And heartfelt thanks to the unknown friend who is carrying it back.
Merry Christmas / Happy Holidays / (soon) Happy New Year!
