This section contains poems that revolve around my impressions of Bulgaria, a country that is both foreign and familiar to me. As my father’s homeland, the site and source of his past, it has a unique hold on my imagination.
My dad was working on an autobiography titled “America is so far away,” which spoke to his striving, as an immigrant, to cross a desired frontier and gain acceptance in a new country. This is a counterpoint: my generational estrangement from his ancestral land, and the effort and wish to know and understand my origins.
Viki Peitchev 