This elegant scrapbook contains hand written texts, drawings and photographs testifying to the personal holidays of its original owner. The book’s lining papers decorated with flowery patterns echo the romantic mood set by the cover on which thrives a big, yellow rose floating in a blue sky. A dreamy object allowing access to the private world of an unknown author. Do we dare intruding what used to be a private space of reflection? Or are we so curious as to translate its content from Bulgarian? When does archival curiosity cross the line?