I was thirteen years old when we moved to a new neighborhood. We had to get used to the new bakery, the new market, the 40-minute going to school. Our everyday was grey and I did not like it. That’s why we took a dog. And that’s why my mother suggested going to the most popular fortune teller in the district.
We went to a small white house with only two rooms and a garden planted with roses. The granny welcomed us and invited us in a small room with one bad, covered neatly with a dark green couverture, a wooden table standing next to the window, and two worn out wooden chairs. She brought from the next room hot coffee in a small white porcelain cup and asked me to drink the whole of it. The bitter taste made every sip difficult to swallow. I finished it with relieve and waited curiously for the verdict.
All the things she told, I have long forgotten, except for one of them. She said that I would not work the jobs, I studied for. Back then I just entered high school, picking the Drama and Directing specialization. A choice I made against my parents’ advice and deep down from my heart. Nevertheless, I happened to be gifted young actress, acknowledged by my professors by wishing to prepare me for the Theater and Photography Arts National Academy and by my classmates, who handed me the leading role in their coursework. My glamorous future faded away after my mother was diagnosed aneurysm and had to face the hard truth that ‘an actor does not feed a family’. I graded high school, but left my dream to study hard and to enter the American University in Bulgaria. I succeeded in double majoring Bachelor of Arts in Journalism and Political Science. My very next dream was to become a TV journalist. I imagined that I would cover hot topics and developed short documentaries on important issues. I just completed my third year, when I managed to get an internship at the newsroom of the Military TV Station.
It took me three months, 27 personally covered stories, and a material, which I rejected to be signed with my name, to flush away another of my dreams. As far as my second degree, the Political Science, I was twice invited by different major parties to take part, but I had a clear mind to realize that I had too sensitive nature to go deep in the darkest speculations of the Bulgarian political environment. So, right after graduation, I got a job as a Junior PR Specialist. After six years of hard work, I completed successfully a Master Degree in International Communication. Three years later I quit my job.