Nikola Živanov 1934–2018

DAD, you've been treading heavenly life for seven years, I hope it's as beautiful as you and I dreamed. We both loved to talk about that heavenly world, stars and phenomena. I miss stories, talking about history. I miss you making me that rare coffee of yours, I'd be happy if we just sat together. Because of you, I also used the gramophone, I played you a record with a certain song, you play the accordion, tone and I play the same song again., until you catch it and remember the whole thing. I miss that time of ours, it wasn't enough, We worked a lot, chased and didn't spend enough time together. All that is missing, it's missing. You left something written, now I'm fighting with my born for something of yours, and I'm your dad too. Someone was waiting for you to leave, and I want you to be here forever. I'd like you to try my fish soup, which you always adored. You are missed. Find the most, your sweetheart. Ilija mentions you, remembers that you have white hair. You would have enjoyed being with them, but now take care of us dad. Encourage us and be brave, watch over us from heaven. Your Lydia loves you endlessly.