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When Julian took me to Sofia for examinations or meetings, strangers sometimes stopped me on the street.
“My God…” a woman with white hair and a refined scarf whispered once. Her eyes filled with tears. “That can’t be…”
“I’m sorry, do we know each other?” I asked.
“No… sorry…” he turned and almost ran away.
Such moments were becoming more and more. Strange glances, trembling lips, smiles that stop in the middle.
They looked at me like they were seeing a ghost.
