What remains of an ideology when time stops racing? In Sofia, the traces of the regime are not ruins, but a silent presence that never truly left. Since 1944, these concrete giants and titanic monuments haven't been torn down; they’ve been absorbed, becoming the mute backdrop of everyday life. In these photos, the past isn't a distant memory, but a cumbersome neighbor watching from a window. Vintage cars parked beneath brutalist blocks and statues of heroes are not relics, but fragments of a suspended present where history still breathes.
