I am calculating the coins, not gold ones, that must last me over the next couple of weeks.
In the meantime, the present Parliament is gathered for its last session to sum up the work they have continued and affiliated further in the statement that the Bulgarian nation is the poorest and the least developed on the Balkans.

I am calculating how many coins to spend a day not because I have not used my human rights, on the contrary, I am still retaining property over my home after getting the carcinogenic pipes into my flat, I am not yet at the mercy of the lowest parameters of underground businesses that peer the highest parameters of the legal ones, I know that human rights are an imaginary value that depends on social class dissemination and on business classification, but its is not easy for someone brought up by a socialism doctrine to understand that governments camouflaged in social projects take from the country as much as the businesses need to create their structure stability and camouflaged in business projects governments take from the people as much as science needs from today to provide tomorrow with a collective evolution.

It seems that I have started to adapt to the new world order and am growing smooth presentable fur, developing the classic features of the predator, walking with satisfaction through the cover-up orderliness where nobody dares complain of one’s health or poverty unless a medical experiment hitches onto the physical existence and a psychological team tests one’s capacity of social integration, but I am still dreaming of monitoring the new world order from where I can enjoy its results over a fruit-and-beach cocktail rather than from inside the pot where artificial social patterns get derived from the evolutional patterns self-developed in the human nature.

It is a pity psychology has chosen to base politics on the succinct human types represented by the different parties for the people to find likeness in one or another, and it is a pity that politics has chosen to base psychology on the different genetic features of each person that can be developed into one or another human type.

In line with my own evolution, here is an old poem of mine written for the new world order that brought in my counting of coins but also brought in the freedom to speak about how poor I am:

Just One Time
The time
I didn't take
a sea-shell home
was
when I fell in love
with you
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 25.06.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU