I have been dreaming of seeing a Christo installation since I saw the packed Reichstag on our Russian TV 30 years ago. At the time, I was still little and did not understand why anyone wanted to pack a building or what it meant to be an expat.
Years later, as a Bulgarian woman abroad, I applied to be a volunteer for his projects, but alas, I was not lucky. And even though we live in the same city, New York, after so many years, I had the incredible happiness of experiencing his installation on Lake Iseo, Italy.
Only the great "measure" and the great fortune gave us this opportunity because, although we had arrived at 8 in the morning, the area was blocked, traffic was stopped and there were demonstrations by people walking in an unknown direction. We were the last to board a small ferry that landed us on Monte Isola in minutes, thus saving us the 5 time queue at the entrance to Sulzano.
I'm not sure I can describe enough the euphoria of "walking on water." Seeing unnaturally surreal views and people from all over the world who stand out, each in their own right, against the bright orange background. That's why I leave the photos.
Perhaps my excitement was more than the great pride that this work was made by a Bulgarian. A Bulgarian has gone through all sorts of obstacles, obstacles, failures, insecurities and, after all, has failed. He succeeded, not in terms of money, titles and property, with which to "fuck" the neighbors and relatives who remained in Bulgaria. And in that he held onto his values. He did what he loved and thought right, and inseparably pursued his inspiration and fantasy, accomplishing things that were considered impossible. At the end of the passage, pieces of orange cloth used for the installation were handed out. I got one. Not only as a memory of the incredible experience, but also to remind me that I carry a part of the vision of this great Bulgarian and in my own way should follow it.