A blog about abandoned world
“We are ready to leave, Mr. President, we turn on the engines?” The operators ask the president. “Light up” Todor Zivkov replies coldly. Countdown: 10, 9, 8, 7 … ..2, 1 … .partence! And so it was that the spacecraft Buzludzha took flight for the deepest space.
The giants’ voices leaped in the air to a height that none of us had ever dreamed of. They ran down the hill, cheerful, to the rhythm of Dimitri Shostakovich’s symphony № 7. Until the center of Varna they runs through stories and moments that some have never forgotten.
He is a lion, but also a guardian, because he sleeps with his eyes open; that is why it is placed in front of the doors of the temples.
The time in Veliko Tarnovo crystallized around the post office, blocking at 7:04 of an indefinite day. Whoever breaks into this temporal dimension will consequently follow its rules and times.
Is it abandoned or not? What will you say if I would tell you that we found an half abandoned stadium in Plovdiv?