The first thing I think of when I have to introduce myself is they, my parents, and their absence. I was 16 years old and 4 months old when I returned from school and my neighbors were surrounded by my mother's body. A year later, I was able to recover somewhat, and my father died. That's how my childhood ended. I had to grow up fast.
It is very difficult to write a poem for loved ones and for me it was rather a feeling of a time that should reduce the side from lack. First I started shooting, and then the text appeared in Bulgarian. I still have a hard time in English.
The book I made and published is small because I wanted to experiment. I have enough photos and texts to continue this series.
I got a great review,
and here you can vote for The Speed of My Life