Plum Brandy – 4

“Ja, Bonev gola,” he said holding up two fingers to indicate Bonev had scored twice. A feeling began to creep over me that he might be right. I drank the clear liquid quite slowly this time. It was slivovitz. It was strong. I then thought about English teams playing against Bulgarians and remembered: Liverpool 5Continue reading “Plum Brandy – 4”