It was a sunny Saturday, and I was cruising down the freeway with my wife. Music was blasting, and everything felt perfect—until it didn’t. Suddenly, I remembered I needed to check something on my phone.
“Why are you pulling over?” my wife asked, confused.
“Hand me my phone!” I replied, my voice filled with urgency.
“We’re on the freeway!” she exclaimed, wide-eyed.
“Hand. Me. My. PHONE!” I insisted, feeling a sense of impending doom if I didn’t check it immediately.
She glanced at the cars whizzing by and sighed. “Okay, but this is a terrible idea!”
As I pulled over to the shoulder, I fumbled for my phone, ready to check my social media updates. But just then, a squirrel dashed across the road, causing a car to swerve wildly.
“See? This is exactly why we don’t pull over on the freeway!” my wife said, shaking her head.
I finally got my phone in hand and turned to her with a sheepish grin. “You know, I didn’t even remember what I needed to check. I just wanted an excuse to stop and grab a snack!”
She rolled her eyes. “You mean to tell me we could’ve just waited until the next exit for a snack?”
“Yep!” I chuckled. “But at least we have a good story now, right?”
Moral of the Story: Sometimes, it’s better to be patient and think things through before making a rash decision. And never underestimate the power of a good snack break—just make sure it’s safe!
ABANDONED STRAWBERRY HOUSE
The house was built in the late twenties of the twentieth century for banker Dimitar Ivanov and his wife Nadezhda Stankovic. Inside, the accent falls on the red marble fireplace located in the reception hall. There is a podium for musicians as well as crystal glasses on the interior doors. Several bedrooms, beautiful terraces, a large study room and service rooms. Nothing of the furniture is preserved, but it is known that high-class Sofia citizens at that time preferred furniture from Central and Western Europe.
The exterior is a large front yard facing the street, separated from the sidewalk by a beautiful wrought iron fence. Triple staircase to the entrance of the house, but it is always very impressive that the special portals for carriages and carriages on both sides of the yard. Even today I imagine a cabin with the members of the invited family entering the yard of the house through one portal, the horseshoes and the carriage staying in the space behind the house, specially tailored for that while waiting for the reception to end and go out again from the yard, but through the other portal.
Banker Ivanov’s family lived happily in the house, at least until 1944. After the war the property was nationalized and originally housed the Romanian embassy. Later in the year, the house was a commercial representation of the USSR in Bulgaria, as well as the headquarters of the administration of various communist structures of unclear purpose.
In the 90’s the house was restituted and returned to the heir of the first owner-banker Dimitar Ivanov. Since 2004 the property is the property of the director of Lukoil-Valentin Zlatev, who has not yet shown any relation to this monument of culture. The beautiful house once ruined for decades and is now sadly sad.
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