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”

Plum Brandy – 3

The man with the cap was sitting at a small table, with a pen and paper lying on it. The table was under a plum tree. He patted the seat next to him. I sat obediently. He poured some liquid from his bottle into two medium-sized glasses. “Bulgaria,” he said pointing at himself and swallowedContinue reading “Plum Brandy – 3”