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SNAP studios. Late Friday I get off the bar train and the bad old days. Downtown Oakland near City hall is deserted. Nothing but boarded up windows, locked doors. And with the four women, three guys, friends walking huddled close for safety, head on a swivel, don't want no funny business. And then, like from a fairy story, we hear the peals of a bagpipe. What? Who knows? Maybe there's some underground Scottish thing going on. Let's maybe check it out. This music pied pipers us along. And there, between two dark buildings, warm light spills onto the sidewalk. An open door. And there are people. Old people, young people, mothers holding babies, men hugging. Old friends laughing, shouting, singing grandmothers dancing to the bagpiper, throwing back tiny glasses of something that looks alcoholic. In the window, a small handwritten sign reads Bulgaria at night. We peek in like wild eyed refugees and for greeted with smiles, with slaps on the back. Hey man, what's going on with the bagpipes? There's some kind of Scottish. There are bagpipes. Our Bulgarians don't you know. Scott stole the bagpipe from Bulgaria. It's our national instrument. Then he's pressing the cups of something called raka into our hands. One sip and I almost go blind. Some kind of crazy Balkan moonshine. They laugh as I stagger, pour another. There's food. Thick blood red sausages. A woman shoves spiced beef into my mouth. Cabbage rolls and cubes of cheese that don't come from a cow. In the corner, couple sing operatic accompaniment to the bagpiper. A guy hands me a baby to hold while he dances. More moonshine. Hey, tell a story. Alcohol gives me courage. My tail makes him laugh and pour more moonshine. At a table, an old man slams my buddy's wrist down an arm, wrestling. Everybody else is dancing, dancing, dancing, eating, dancing, dancing, laughing, drinking, dancing, spinning. We finally stagger away from Eastern Europe, back onto the streets of Oakland. Four in the morning. Smiles on our faces, songs in our heart. 50 brand new best friends. And I know exactly where I'm spending every weekend for the rest of my life with my people, the Bulgarians. When I return the next night, there's no warm light, no sign, no bagpipes, nothing. And I know it was right here. I know it. My friends. Over days we give search empty. I even look online. Bulgaria at night. Scarce brief mentions, a few broken links. What? And this was years ago. Every once in a while I see one of us who walked into the light that night, One of us who was there. We looked at each other in the Eyes. That happened right? We were there, right? Right. Here's the thing. Every once in a while I still go by that spot. I'm still looking for that sign. Believe me, this time if I hear bagpipes, I don't know if I'm coming back. Spook Star Snap Judgment is brought to you by Progressive Insurance. Do you ever find yourself playing the budgeting game? Well, with the name your price tool from Progressive, you can find options that fit your budget and potentially lower your bills. Try it@progressive.com Progressive Casualty Insurance Company and affiliates Price and coverage match limited by state law. Not available in all states. Today on Snap Judgment, we're featuring stories of mystery and wonder from our sister show Spooked. And our first storyteller comes to us from India about a year ago, he wanted to just get some space to himself in Mumbai. He thought he'd find some peace and quiet down by the riverside. But what he discovered instead, he's still trying to figure out Snap Judgment.
