Blueberry Sky
July 12, 2026
Every now and then, I find myself having the same conversation.
“You don’t actually believe in God, do you?”
“I do.”
Not out of tradition. Quite the opposite… I always believed faith should be chosen, not inherited. I reckon we Europeans should all confess that Christianity is so deeply engraved into our way of life, our history, traditions, our culture, our art, and our language that even if you don’t consider yourself a believer, your life has certainly been shaped by it.
Even so, that wasn’t enough for me. I refused to believe something simply because I’d been born into it.
Luke 19:10 says, “God will find you.” And God did. My faith wasn’t born in church. It was revealed to me — one impossible moment at a time…
I’ve just been gifted with too many miracles that had to be called by their real name… glimpses where the veil between the invisible and the visible was lifted before me.
Faith cannot be argued. There’s an intimacy one shares with the Creator that can’t be borrowed. It has to be built…
Even so, the same question always finds its way back to me: how come? Was the veil never lifted before them? Why does it sometimes feel as though we’re living in different realities?
As it turns out, answers have a curious way of finding us…
It’s 9 a.m. I’m in the middle of moving apartments. I’m driving ahead while my parents follow behind in a bus loaded with my entire wardrobe. We’ve barely been on the road five minutes when a police patrol pulls me over.
They wanted to know whether I’d taken anything recently.
“I don’t do drugs,” I said without hesitation… It was true!
Still, they wanted a test…
Now, here’s the issue. I’d paid a visit to Blueberry Sky just the other day.
Unfortunately, Bulgaria’s immigration policy extends well beyond its borders: once you’ve visited, yesterday rarely stays in yesterday. Which meant my beloved vintage Mercedes was only minutes away from becoming state property, and I was about to earn myself a suspended sentence, a fat fine, and a complimentary ride to jail…
What a baaad girllll… I know!
First came the alcohol test. I’d never been tested before, and I panicked. I thought it was one test for everything.
The cop said, “Blow!”
…But I was only pretending to blow… Acted stupid and confused.
Now the cop yelled at me.
Oooh, okay, I did it!
It came out negative.
While he looked disappointed, my soul was slowly leaving my body.
So came the second test.
The drug test.
The good cop tried to help me out. Asked if I had taken anything in the past three days because, he warned me, “it’ll show.”
But the bad cop was already getting the test ready.
My parents were parked about a hundred meters away, waiting for me. At that point, I knew my fate, so I started rehearsing it in my head — mentally drafting how I’d tell them the news… I just hoped my father wouldn’t get a heart attack or something.
I had big black Versace sunglasses on, which helped hide the ghost-white panic on my face.
The test began.
We had to wait fiiiiive minutes for the result.
An eternity…
The cops were trying to make small talk, but I wasn’t there…
My soul had already cut to the next scene — watching the handcuffs click shut, my parents’ shock, my mother shaking – that distant, empty look in her eyes, my father’s hand clutching his chest – about to pass out, my jailhouse debut…
My thoughts were spiraling.
Mentally, at that moment, I was saying goodbye to my car — and that probably hurt the most because I love the old b***h!
Truth be told, I had no hope left. How could I? It hadn’t even been two days since I last wandered off to Wonderland. And now, I was going to pay for it!
My brother tried to warn me.
“They’ll catch you. Don’t play with fire.”
I would laugh.
“…Who would even think that a little all-pink Barbie would ever find her way to Blueberry Sky? They would never!”
Giirrrrrl, was I wrong!
Time had stopped.
My parents were waiting in their car.
I was thinking…
I’ll tell them. I’ll just say it…
And then I thought of my new apartment. The old lady waiting to hand me the keys…
What was I going to say?
“Sorry, I got arrested?”
This can’t be real.
Everything felt like a dream. Like an impossible parallel reality was trying to suck me in.
I started pleading with the cops. Tried to explain the situation.
They didn’t care. One of them was actually amused.
“What did you take?” he asked, smirking.
“Can’t we work something out…?” I asked.
With a grin, he pointed to the camera clipped to his jacket.
“You see that?”
See, in Bulgaria, bribing cops is a known thing. Well, apparently not this time.
Now I was doomed. There was no way out…
The other cop tried to soften it.
“Well, this will be your lesson. Don’t do this again!”
Those five minutes stretched into forever.
At the fifty-second mark, the mean cop said,
“You know, the result shows at the 20th second left.”
He was thirsty for my reaction. Observing me, entertained, like it was all some sketch he was watching.
I knelt down next to the machine. No hope left in me… Just praying for a miracle…
And then — 18 seconds to go, it blinked.
Negative
I blinked.
Negative
Surely not.
Negative
The world had stopped making sense.
Negative
Negative
Negative
All substances.
I kept blinking.
I couldn’t believe it. It all seemed even more like a dream now.
“Аре, чао,” I said cheekily, already walking towards my car.
The cop looked like he’d just lost a fat bet.
“Wait!”
I froze. What? Is there more?
“No, just paperwork.”
I took the documents, trotted back to my car, smiled at my parents with the same poker face, and drove off alone in my cabrio.
And thank God I was.. I was still getting back to Earth.
I laughed. I shook. I panicked. I prayed. I thanked. I sang my lungs out.
And through it all, the song that carried me home?
Allure by Jay-Z.
Of course…
What’s most shocking…
That night, after unpacking and finally getting ready for bed at 3 a.m., I reached for my cigarettes and found something else.
Something I wasn’t supposed to have. Something I had sought to buy the previous night and couldn’t find anywhere…
Yet there it was.
Tucked away like a message between my cigarettes…
Now, listen… I know every corner of my little universe. Nothing escapes my radar.
I just wasn’t supposed to bump into the White Rabbit and play the Alice in Wonderland game that weekend!
Because I would have crashed…
In the end, when grace found me this time — when I’d looked disaster in the eye and was met with mercy — the things that once felt enormous suddenly became insignificantly small.
Unanswered texts. Work stress. Someone cutting you off in traffic. None of it carried the same weight anymore…
Perhaps we really do live in different realities. Mine just happens to be a place of magic…
And then I heard the Voice of God… Whitney…
singing: Jesus loves me, this I know…
And again,
I knew.
Thank you for reliving this moment with me!
See you next Sunday at 4.
Love, Kiki
