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<title>Margarita</title>
<description>While I was in Bulgaria last fall I spent time in Sliven with a translator named Margarita. She shared with me the most incredible story of survival both physical and spiritual. Her life history was incredible.</description>
<link>http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Margarita/43550</link>
	<content:encoded><img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/52215/projects/43550/0522151192508399.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; " />While I was in Bulgaria last fall I spent time in Sliven with a translator named Margarita. She shared with me the most incredible story of survival both physical and spiritual. Her life history was incredible.</content:encoded>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 23:46:49 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Non Fiction</title>
<description>I spent a month in Bulgaria last fall and traveled to the town of Kotel one day. I met a woman on the road to the cemetery but could not communicate very well since I spoke very little Bulgarian. She seemed open to me following her and when we came to two graves she just began weeping and tearing out all the over growth around them. I never even knew her name but found out later from my translator that one of the graves was of her husband. We never exchanged more that a handful of translatable words but it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.</description>
<link>http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Non-Fiction/43542</link>
	<content:encoded><img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/52215/projects/43542/0522151192503486.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; " />I spent a month in Bulgaria last fall and traveled to the town of Kotel one day. I met a woman on the road to the cemetery but could not communicate very well since I spoke very little Bulgarian. She seemed open to me following her and when we came to two graves she just began weeping and tearing out all the over growth around them. I never even knew her name but found out later from my translator that one of the graves was of her husband. We never exchanged more that a handful of translatable words but it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.</content:encoded>
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<pubDate>Mon, 15 Oct 2007 22:18:07 -0500</pubDate>
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<title>Roma</title>
<description>I spent some time in Bulgaria in the fall of 06 and met this Roma (or gypsy) couple. Their conditions were very good in Roma culture but gypsies are poor none the less. They allowed me be with them a few days and document their lives. They taught me so much.</description>
<link>http://www.behance.net/Gallery/Roma/43893</link>
	<content:encoded><img src="http://behance.vo.llnwd.net/profiles/52215/projects/43893/00522151192670473.jpg" style="float: left; margin-right: 15px; " />I spent some time in Bulgaria in the fall of 06 and met this Roma (or gypsy) couple. Their conditions were very good in Roma culture but gypsies are poor none the less. They allowed me be with them a few days and document their lives. They taught me so much.</content:encoded>
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<pubDate>Wed, 17 Oct 2007 21:49:40 -0500</pubDate>
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