Frankfurt Airport

While waiting for my flight to Paris, I met Diliana and Martin, two Bulgarians living in England, not traveling together but having missed the same flight, and together the three of us spent a couple of hours eating chocolate while I helped myself to the free latte machine. I also got to prepare myself for Russia. Diliana pronounced for me her full name, and I tried to spell it out in Cyrillic. I didn’t get it exactly correct, but I did well enough to impress myself, and I understood my mistakes. So, that’s good. Also pleasing to me was airport security at Frankfurt Airport, which surprised me by accepting my request to hand-inspect my photographic film.

My guess: Диляина Каралиева
Correct: Диляна Караилиева