‘I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth in a family of musicians. The year was 1970 and the day in March — warm and sunny, making me an Aries. I first used to live in Denkoglou Street — in the heart of central Sofia — in a house full of music, guests coming and going all the time, and mouth-watering smells wafting through the air. My childhood continued in one of Sofia’s most romantic tiny little streets called Elin Pelin where my grandmother’s house was. Mornings would start with a bunch of brightly shining sunrays, the fragrance of blooming linden trees, the sounds make by amorous doves, and the smell of warm milk with a touch of rosehip marmalade. This is when I first started singing. The first song I ever performed in front of a microphone (I was about 5 years-old) told the story of a bunny with a thorn in its paw — I still feel sorry for the poor thing! Singing was so much more fun than the endless painful hours learning to play the piano. My parents always listened to music — Frank Sinatra, Louis Armstrong, Ella Fitzgerald…  read more