About the author
Yet another journalism major with an online blog because we don’t have enough of those already. I tell stories and write about the things that interest me in either English or Bulgarian.
My sixth-grade teacher told the class that English doesn’t have any punctuation rules (true story) and I live by this mantra to this day. If it was good enough for my master’s degree, it is good enough for here (unless you are a DTE potential client, then I’m joking).
About the name
Limen comes from the Latin root for “threshold”. When you’re in a liminal space, you are in a state of transition. Architecturally, a hallway is a liminal space. Psychologically, liminal spaces feel like being in two places at once while also being nowhere. Mostly the latter.
About the sections
An homage to the places that have left a permanent mark on my heart. The corners of the world that had a magnetic pull all along and I only found out why when I got there. I had to trust my gut, pack a bag and hope for the best - usually, it was worth it, sometimes it was not. A mixture of storytelling and a list of everything you should find in a tourist guide but won’t.
Places
“My cousin Helen, who is in her 90s now, was in the Warsaw ghetto during World War II. She and a bunch of the girls in the ghetto had to do sewing each day. And if you were found with a book, it was an automatic death penalty. She had gotten hold of a copy of ‘Gone With the Wind’, and she would take three or four hours out of her sleeping time each night to read. And then, during the hour or so when they were sewing the next day, she would tell them all the story. These girls were risking certain death for a story. And when she told me that story herself, it actually made what I do feel more important. Because giving people stories is not a luxury. It’s actually one of the things that you live and die for.”
― Neil Gaiman
Stories
A collection of the extravagant and alluring personas that have entered my orbit at one point or another. Everyone (that I consciously choose to surround myself with) carries a story worth telling - I just do my very best to extract those stories from the people unfortunate enough to become my interviewees.
People
My flatmate in uni had two white cardboard IKEA boxes in her room. One was labelled meds because every respectable Eastern European student had a collection of pills large enough to embarrass any pharmacist or drug dealer in a 50-mile radius. The other was labelled secrets - a catch-all for everything in her room that didn’t otherwise have a place. The same logic applies here.
Secrets
Getting in touch
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