Bulgarian culture is a strange mix of atheism, cultural Christianity and superstition. We don't go to church but love celebrating Christmas, Easter and St. George's day. So much so that they are all national holidays. We used to have one of the largest pharmaceutical industries in the former socialist block but are full believers in folk remedies. We dip our feet in salty water when we've got a cold and tell our women that if they want to have any hope of having a child at some point in their life, they should never, under no circumstances sit on cold stones. We are also terrified that става течение, i.e. we are absolutely horrified that we might be standing in the way of the draft.
The draft is any unwanted, ever-so-gentle movement of air a Bulgarian is exposed to. It is considered a major threat to one's health and is constantly to be fought against. Maybe I am stretching things a bit here, but I would go out on a limb and say that the draft is one of the most common reasons for public fights in Bulgaria. People on public transportation fight for seats away from the door so that they can escape the draft, or get mad at those who want to keep the bus windows open. Never mind the fact that it's 35C outside. You get the idea, no?
Kyle used to joke about the draft while we lived in Sofia. He used to say, It's not a draft. It's called air! at which I would just roll my eyes and snuggle in my scarf.
Last night we decided to leave our window open as we went to bed because we thought it would be nice to get some fresh air in our bedroom. At some point this morning still more than half asleep I heard Kyle sneak out of bed, close the window and mutter to himself