The mosque was not much larger than a private house. A black-bearded man of perhaps forty ushered our group into a room that had two tiled niches set into one wall. The windows had ceramic frames embellished with arabesques. Otherwise, there was little ornamentation and almost no furniture, as there had to be space for the worshippers to unfurl their prayer mats. I was at the back of the line and so missed mention of our host's title, if any. I listened to Radi as she translated the man's replies to the inevitable queries from my earnest fellow travelers. He described the Muslims in Vidin as native Bulgarians who differed little from the town's Christian citizenry. They were not interested in Islamic fundamentalism, he asserted. They were striving to prepare their progeny to earn their livelihoods in a modern society. To hear the fellow tell it, these Muslims were busily pursuing The Bulgarian Dream.