Marie Notcheva
The other night, I called my sixth-grade son from work to check up on him. "Um, actually I'm chatting on Skype right now," he confessed, "with one of your Albanian friends, Marko." Knowing fifteen-year-old Marko, I realized he was probably witnessing to my son. Nevertheless, maternal concern won out: "Miro, it's midnight in Albania. Marko […]
On a sweltering night in downtown Sofia, well-dressed couples pour into an overflowing stone church. First Evangelical Congregational Church is hosting a night of classical music commemorating the “Year of the Bible” in Bulgaria. As Rachmaninoff’s prelude fills the sanctuary, a silver-haired gentleman and his wife enter and are greeted by several attendees. It is […]