In 1993 and 1994 I did several trips to Bulgaria. Like all countries formerly behind the Iron Curtain, Bulgaria was  just awakening from almost 50 years of communism. Almost everybody seemed to try to be an entrepreneur. I liked the “Everything-goes-vibe” of those early years. New “Pectopahts”, restaurants in Kyrillic, were mushrooming. Ubiquitous Coke and Marlboro advertisement ms were a symbol of capitalism’s apparent victory over communism. After a while I had enough of this capitalist buzz and went with a friend to the orthodox Rila Monastery in a deep valley of the Rila mountains. Amid wonderful icons I finally found quietude from the frenetic pace of capitalism.