A little more than a month left to the start of the
11th Balkan Youth Festival.
I have taken part in the 9th one (which was the last to be held in Gabrovo) as a facilitator and I have very sweet memories from there:
...using my creativity to make a group of 45-year-old ladies and 18-year-old teenagers reach one conclusion on the role of young people in the media
...preparing a presentation on Johnny's laptop that didn't have Bulgarian phonetic and I had to learn BDS overnight:)
...being a roommate with Mimka and having great fun (while discussing the guys from the Italian metal band), building a friendship that is going to last
...meeting about a hundred crazy volunteers, scouts and hanging around with them
...having great parties at "Hot Spot"
...meeting (completely by chance) Emo from PIF - oh, these beautiful eyes:)
...getting to know "KariZma" and seeing Miro dance on a bar and waiting with a crazy teenager girl for him to be announced a scout in 7.30 in the morn:P
And the trip to Sokolovo monastery and "Etara" ethnographic museum of course...
And then, previous year - 2005, the first festival in Sandanski.
...the first business meeting with Emi that lasted...i don't know how many hours but at the end I was wondering how this thing is going to happen when this woman is so chaotic
...the dilema - to go or not to go to Sandanski. I had to prepare a national seminar, one week before it we didn't have a chair, and a huge conflict was growing within my team.AI visit was ahead. Maybe some people considered my decision irresponsible, yet I do not regret it.
...getting to Sandanski and Vladi meeting me in front of the office - we haven't seen each other after India and he asked me so many questions.
...the office, the frustrated Plami and Stassy, that had expected to come on a holiday and were really stressed that they have to really facilitate
...the night walks and the rope-bridges.Not knowing if this is a reality or a dream.It was so wonderful
...the "Nekerman" (this is how we jokingly called it) hotel and the mineral fountain in front, good that I managed to prevent Vladi to get inside, yet I remember me,Manola and Maya getting in to one other fountain to cool our feet:)
...sprankling my ankle just before the trip to Melnik and Rojen monastery.Manola giving me first aid:)
...climing the hills to reach "Shestaka's cellar" where we drank the best red wine I have ever tasted and sang Bulgarian traditional songs
...the picnic at Rojen monastery.The incredible beauty and atmosphere of the place.The silence in the coridoors and me sitting in what used to be the monastery kitchen, crying over my broken heart and wishing I could capsulate the moments of happines forever.
...the nights with the fire-jugglers "Youth in Fire", the smell of gasoline at the stage and the crazy party at the night before I left with them singing, drinking, drumming.
...Doni and his wonderful voice and how he chased Stassy, how desperate he was and how in love she was with another guy...
...Ece getting a bit drunk and us all going to bed together along with Emo - one of the volonteers as it was too late for him to go back to where he was staying.
And so much more...
This year - me translating the festival invitation at my birthday:)
Wish I knew what is awaiting me at the 11th festival:)
Labels: friends, fun, initiatives, party