Now that Sofia has developed its standard city outlook, with people from all over the world for all the relevant floors of business management, government offices, import-export agencies, trade, public services, security and social structures, I am finding myself on the side of the total losers because I am outside the circles of the teaching profession, cannot start in relevant jobs for fear someone will say I have been there all the while, nor am I an acceptable candidate for a downrightly common job because of my age and education.
Facing another summer in the city, a summer ensuing all the previous four-season blocks, I guess I am under my own ultimatum to stop playing the productive genius and take up the game of playing what I am.
Seeing no difference between 2003 and 2009, except in todays greater numbers of people with assignments to write reports about general and specific backgrounds before the general election, I recall an old poem written and published, like everything I have written and published, at no benefit, fee, price, or donation, but for the sake of just the interest I have arisen towards my own personality:
Lest
We will accept as therapy our inactivity
lest we chase dreams which others take their turns to take
We will accept as weapons our fear
lest we learn the severe fights, and not to wait
We will accept as a potential our anger
lest we dispose of it in the wrongest way
We will accept as an existence our present
lest we forget that others do what we think that we can
V.P.T. 5.06.2003
V.P.Toucheva 12.06.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
