Home

For me, my country is the best place all over the world. Its nature, its climate makes her unique and makes the Bulgarians proud and happy that they are part of this nation. It is difficult for me to say which place I feel as my own home because wherever I go in Bulgaria I have the same feeling, being at home. My favorite place in Bulgaria is the Seven Rila Lakes. This is a group of beautiful lakes situated in the northwestern Rila Mountain. The lakes are one of most visited place in Bulgaria. They are situated between 2100- 2500m elevation above sea level. Each lakes carries a name associated with its most characteristic features. The highest one is called Sulzata (the tear) due to its clear waters that allow visibility in depth.The second one is call Okoto ( the Eye) because of its perfect oval form. After that is the lake called Bubreka (the Kidney). Bliznaka (the Twin) is the largest one by area. The last three lakes are Trilistnika (The Trefoil), Ribnoto Ezero (The Fish Lake), and Dolnoto Ezero (The Lower Lake). From this place, you could see all Bulgaria. I have been there 5 or 6 times with my parents and my friends. When I go there, the Bulgarian pride in me increases and I feel Bulgarian more than ever. I really feel that I am at home. I will not forget the silence reigning there, the freshest air which I have ever breathed, and the wonderful landscape which makes my eyes happy. The beauty of the Seven Rila Lakes means home and gladness for me. The holiday days which I have spent there will rest in my heart and my mind forever and they will remind me who am I and from where I come. -Joan

For me, home is where I feel calm and happy. It is not necessarily a certain place in the world. It is just somewhere where I have no worries, no responsibilities and no one to tell me what I did wrong. There is no fear, no insecurity and no hatred. Partially, this is when I am with my family, at our house. Still, I do have worries, responsibilities and I do get remarks when I don’t do something right. I doubt that it exists as a place. I haven’t even dreamed of such a thing. However, sometimes when I succeed to kind of tear myself away from the world, the people who surround me and the tragedies that happed every day, I feel like I am home. For example, it has happened to me several times at night, just before I go to bed, I see that my whole room is lighted by the moon. I look out of the window and it is so beautiful. At that moment I think of nothing else but how happy I am. The same thing occurs on some cool mornings of late summer when the sun is up, but it is not hot yet. The cool air, the sun, the view. Everything is peaceful and makes you smile. That is what I call home. It is something I love and something I am striving toward every single day. -Silvia