I escaped from my home country, Bulgaria, to Czechoslovakia and then to the West.

If some of our works are symphonies, then wrapped walkways was chamber music.

We have to do our part and beat Bulgaria.

Bulgaria is guilty.

Anytime you're in West Virginia or near it, and you sing, 'Take Me Home, Country Roads,' it's a sight to behold.

I feel like I've never had a home, you know? I feel related to the country, to this country, and yet I don't know exactly where I fit in... There's always this kind of nostalgia for a place, a place where you can reckon with yourself.