There seldom have been occasions when I have got a refusal, and today’s is one of them.
I seem to have neglected some important intelligence trick in the searching for all the information connected with the closing of a sole proprietorship business.
This latest stage of economic development in Bulgaria has reached the administration heights of accepting fee payments in return for the provision of reasonable attention measured in time, though not as high to reach any ambition alluding to information about the character of necessary documents, nor below the counting of the number of the documents which, with time, have to be joined by more on new fees paid.
In line with this, here is the beginning of another story which I might, or might not, finish:
The period, during which the administration model was being changed to match a counterpart across the ‘iron curtain’ that used to separate the capitalist system of economic development from the socialist system of economic consolidation of the country’s assets, was marked with administration shifts in the laws and the regulations, which were so often changed that one had to stay awake and spinning in attention and in mind to be able to guess which needed a supportive influx: the raising of funds for the new system of ownership or the raising of staff for the new structures of control.
The world had evolved so far that money weighed less than control, and control was achieved when the administration knew less than the requester, and the requester had few rights to administer a wish or a plan without permission or a fee.
Those who could take the burden of such instability were two young recruitments: that of the nonchalant clerks who had finished school in the city and had stayed on to work and perform a couple of tasks each, in a computerizing itself system that was promising to become reliable and global, and the country lads and lasses who were indignant without feeling disappointment, and were disappointed without feeling indignation, and who had come to the city to cash what they had invested in learning in their native places.
The latter could stand any chaos, especially a controlled chaos, because they had the natural worship for the unexpected and a natural aptitude to be doing several things, one at a time but with an engagement all the while.
Their parents’ gardens, cattle, households, and their lineage back to when their grandmothers had woven and sewn, planted and raised food, sown and reaped, and kept up a moral image and an economic proliferation, helped them to take with indifference any law altered with a latest regulation passed overnight or discreetly voted for a year before.
The city was slowly enlarging its tidy centre and going from one administration headquarters or nest to another was a cheap and easy sightseeing tour in an environment civilized and clean.
Now an then there were pinpoints of difference in mood or style, especially where a pedestrian dropped a tear at the sight of some icons in the window of a souvenir shop, or when an old woman shook her head in wonder about what opinion to express before her friends about the street musicians wearing feather head adornment.
On the whole, however, every shop seemed empty and expensive, and every person seemed tidy and ready to comply with paid demands on his or her public performance.
V.P.Toucheva 11.07.2008 Sofia, Bulgaria
