Ten minutes after taking off from Sofia airport the sunrise and the expansive sky and all the memories and all the years away come together to paint this vista. What a glorious ending, what a revelation, what an unfolding of new beginnings! What do the rest of the passengers feel staring out their porthole windows? Each in our own seat, each fastened in a flight of coming and going. Ten weeks in Bulgaria feel like ten breaths! Under the seat is my backpack with my camera and a hard-drive containing but a glimpse of the stories of many people Bulgaria gifted me with. After all of these years I realise it is not Bulgaria I have missed, but its people.