Here's the tale for today. It's kinda observati more or less, and a lot of moaning - I can do that, but I'm not that good at changing stuff if it doesn't affect me perosnally (feel more or less asahmed of this). But ...the tale, please. The news for Bulgaria today, or should I say..the news you won't hear on the news. So, if my numbers are not correct, please, excuse me but the current situation in our country contradicts with everything written in an Economics textbook. What we have here, ladies and gentlemen, is a phenomenon, we're unique. You wanna know why - simply put, because all of us, who keep our money in banks, are losing it. In reality it's a little bit more complicated, but I'll put it this way, so that it's clear for everyone - you can do the calcualtions - what our banks are offering is a real interest rate of 8-9% at most, and what our beautiful country's economic environment is offering, at the same time is an inflation of 12-12.5% :) Shall I continue...I'd better not. On the other hand, today I went for a walk with a couple of friends from the States, who are in Bulgaria for the first time. While talking, we reached the point where one of them shared how the cab driver charged her 50leva to drive her from the airport to the center of Sofia (the distance, my dearest readers is not more than 7-8kilimeters, I can assure you). She was amazed when she found out that the guy had cheated her, and I felt not that much anger in her tone, but disappointment..from the place she visits for the first, and maybe the last time in her life. We continued wlaking and we were just about to cross the street, when all of a sudden, Mr. Gipsy, with his powerful SUV, all terrain carriage, almost crashed into us, unable to control the powerful engine of his brand new Karuca. My friend, of course, watched with amazement, and even took a picture of it, as she took a picture of the beggars, sitting around a the trash bins, and the dirty rags that were floating in the nearby river. Now tell me, would you like to change all this?To live in a better country, where such things don't happen...at least not all of them, for a 15minute long walk. Well, then just apply for green card or wahtever, and run, run as fast as you can from this place. This way you can help reqassuring the statistics that whatever we do, in 50 years the definition 'bulgarian' will be considered aminority in the country Bulgaria, where simple statistical calculations show that the majority will be the gypsies and the turks.
Bulgaria! For you they died, You were the only one for them, And they were, mother, worthy of you, In your name, they fell out of count
If the author, had known what would happen in a century after he wrothe this...he maybe would have chosen to remain silent...forever Unknown"MY Bobby"Confused
- 14 years, 8 months, 22 days ago
The actof crying, in itself, is often connected with expression of grief, trouble or even sometimes fear. Well, is it strange then that sometimes tears appear in our eyes, evene when none of the above mentioned feelings is present. Or maybe feelings are sucha complex thing that we'd better leave them aside and concentrate on the topic. Uhm, was there any topic? Actually not, at least for my tales the topic is always absent...I just feel that I have something to share and I start writing, without any ideas previously hanging in my mind...the story just grows on itself, and your hands are only tools for letting it come into existence. Today's topic was tears, well why you might wander. it's because i've just finished crying...just a little, but it was one of those cries, with the biig warm tears that kould knock out a bunch of ant families at a time. I've been listening to a song..by Blackmore's Night, well, actually one of my favorite songs - World Of Stone, from an album that they made two years ago, but the difference this time is that I realized the lyrics. I mean..I've heard the song many times, i know the lyrics, but this time I just...sort of realized their meaning, or maybe I interpreted them my way...doesn't matter. I really cried for a while after the song ended..and now I want to share the part whick provoked this..and maybe you could see yourself what effect will they have on you. Because I have this idea..that you realize the lyrics only once in your life-when you have something on your mind, that actually provokes the process of recognizing the true meaning of a song, which you might have heard thousands of times before. Pff what a crappy tale..wahtever, just, as I promised, here is the excerpt fromt he song: I had once believed in angels They were everywhere I looked A gentle hand guiding me To give more than I took But I have died a thousand times Watching all these angels fall Their lonely eyes haunt me still We will avenge them all And there's the picture I've been looking at..maybe it contributed a little bit, as well.
- 14 years, 8 months, 25 days ago
The worst thing you could do to somebody is teach him how to fly, and then,once he's familiar with the magic of flight, cut his wings off... :) Unknown"MY Bobby"Confused
- 14 years, 8 months, 28 days ago
It's funny how sometimes simple things form every day's life can make you think seriously. Yesterday I finally got my bike fixed so, today while sitting on the sofa and doing technically nothing that wasting precious minutes of my life watching soap operas, I decided to go out and try the bike. One could see the amazement of the people whom I passed by - I guess there weren't many bicyclists around in this cold, snowy January day. Starting to get cold I pedaled harder and harder - this got me warmer a little bit, but nothing could have made me happier and warmer that a smiling old man, who greeted me and said 'a great day for riding uh, I wish i was your age and I could ride for a while with you' :) With a smile on my face and some disco rhythms playing through my headphones I went further into the forest. Once again I was charmed by the beauty of the nature, and how simple and at the same time how perfect was everything around me, and unnoticeably I reached the end of the path. The magic of being the first one to go further ahead and leave you traces behind you made me feel unknown joy and feeling of power. Moreover there, where no human foot had left a trace, the pristine forest was magnificent, and somehow showing it supremacy over the small human with his bike. How long did I watch the scenery in front of me, I can't tell, but it was so refreshing and maybe even 'recharging' that I could have stayed there with hours. Some snow, falling from a tree nearby brought me back to reality. I stepped on the pedals and cautiously began riding on the snow, which was about 20-30cm deep. Initially I thought that going further will be impossible - the tires were deep in snow, pedaling was harder that going uphill, and the bike was almost uncontrollable. I had to step on the ground several times to keep from falling down. I was just about to get off the bike and go back, when something inside me made my feet push harder on the pedals. And here I was - cutting the snow with the front tire, and throwing away big chunks of it with my rear one. I was moving, and what's more - it didn't seem so hard anymore. Accompanied by the crunching sounds of snow, I was squeezing the handlebars like they were the most precious thing I've ever held in my arms. After some 30 minutes I stopped for a rest under a large oak three, where I found shelter from the snow which started to fall really fast. Sitting there and watching the crystals falling from the sky seemed the rightest thing in my life. I stood there untill it started getting dark. Then I got on my loyal bike and took a look behind me - rambling between the trees and rocks was my path, the one that only I had made and the one that others would find and probably follow on the next day. Only when I got home adn the warmth of the fireplace pleased my cheeks I felt how tired I was. I lied on the bed and thought aboput my journey in the forest, and that magical moment when the snow was falling on the trees and there was nothing around except for the forest, the sky above and me. Maybe you wonder what's so interesting or exceptional in this story, so that I decided to share it with you (and you spentsome time reading it :) ). Well, I just thought that it's interesting how sometimes in life when we meet an obstacle or feel that we have terrible problem in front of us, we usually give up, or feel helpless. But going deeper in the trouble we often will find out that it's not that bad, and maybe we will find the way through - the unique way that only we have walked, and maybe one day someone else will follow. Right now it's still snowing, and maybe the snow will cover my path overnight, who knows. But it was there for me when I turned back. And it will be there for those who decide never to give up, but go on. Unknown"MY Bobby"Confused
- 14 years, 9 months, 2 days ago
Inspired by Stephen King's story, Human Pets Needful Things shop opens its doors for you...You'll be drawn there by something youwant more than anything else