“A few years ago we had the church built.”
Her hand is on the mouse as she pulls her rolling chair into the corner of the laminate desk to the massive computer screen.
On the other side of the desk, I adjust my chair and lean to see her from around the monitor.
“Trakiya became its own municipality in… 1976.
Educated in France and young for a municipal architect, her eyes move up to the ceiling as she searches for the date that is outside of her personal memory.
“But, just recently we decided we should have a holiday.”
The master plan of Trakiya in Autocadd on her screen, she zooms. In and out, in and out, and in and out.
The black background and all the layers of neon lines making different patterns as she moves around the residential region
“And when the church was built we had a big opening celebration in August.”
In and out, in and out, and in and out.
We decided to tie Trakiya’s holiday to that.
In and out.
So we’ve only had three or four holidays.
In and out, in and out.
And you know, town and village holidays are usually tied to the Orthodox Saint name days.
She sighs and moves from the computer.
But in Trakiya, our holiday is the time we opened the big church.