This Documentary was made as a part of a Senior JMC Capstone project at AUBG in Spring 2014. This doc is about the sounds of Bulgaria. Every one of us - be that a native Bulgarian, a person like me who has been living here for nearly 4 years, or people who are just visiting -- we must all have a sound or several sounds that we associate with this country. It might be the sounds of church bells or a mosque mess in a Pomak village; a sound of the sea and chattering of fishermen - anything. Short description and specifics Bulgaria has been a home to me for nearly four years, and now when it's time to graduate and perhaps leave this country, I feel like I want to grasp the most of it, explore things I haven't explored enough or at all, or even haven't thought of exploring -- like something we encounter every day and seize to see the gravity or the beauty behind it. Sound seemed to be a perfect way to connect. I picked 6 that for me truly represent Bulgaria and am now prepared to share them with you. P.S. Here is the poem written by Ivan Stoykov and declaimed in the film by him very self: Едничка вечер се усмихна Над хектиката на града. Профуча кола... утихна... В хаотичната среда. Потракват токчета високи Над лъскавия калдъръм. На ъгъла продава стоки Безсънен местен таласъм. А влюбените чуруликат И пърхат в морската градина. Май тях описвал е лирикът В стиха за свойта половина. Вълните морски се обаждат, В соления си небосвод. И с речта си пак охлаждат Така уморния народ. Почукват се и чаши вино, Искри политат -- просто ЧУК! Боботи филм... на лятно кино... Какво изобщо няма тук? Последни песни на камбана, Протестите утихват с тях. Но все пак тука бих останал И другаде роден да бях. Translation: Once the night smiled At the hectic city, A car whooshed ... then went quiet In its chaotic atmosphere. The high heels are clicking On the shiny cobblestones, A sleepless local ghoul Is selling goods around the corner. The enamored chirp And flutter in the sea garden. Perhaps a poet once wrote About them in his poem. The sea waves keep calling To their salty heavens, And their speech cools The tired people down once again. The wine glasses are clinking, Sparks fly around -- just CLINK! A film buzzes at the summer cinema ... What don't you have in here? The last songs of the church bells, With them the protests quiet down. Yet I would still stay here, Even though born somewhere else... Thanks to Ivan, Emil Salha for the soundtrack and Melody Gilbert for the inspiration an inexhaustible spirit!

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