Today is poll day that started while the country was still sleeping, and began well east and outside the boundaries of Bulgaria on a promised new parliament.
Almost every person in the streets and on the way to openly vote and anonymously express affiliation or negation seems happier today than at an own birthday party, as if the future of the world depends on each individual choice irrespective of the all the other choices.
Everyone is charged with a certainty, as if with an army rank that provides income and a stage to climb and tribune all the popular opera arias in the ears of someone differently talented who will want to turn up the volume to hear the strength of the masterpieces.
There is a restricted choice of parties and candidates, all seemingly with ranks and learned arias, and all seemingly with one definite role distributed on the different levels of the same pyramid.
One will be making a mistake to look for a squit party of ragamuffins to vote for and morally punish the political system for cheating one’s hopes of democracy and freedom, because there are none, and also the system has taken measures to co-ordinate the time of vote and the time of placing a second stamp on the bulletins.
Today’s poll is returning the country to about twenty years ago when the blue wing of the self-created democrats won over the red wing of the communists that had taken all the well-paid and powerful positions in the country, but today’s poll is also taking the country ahead to where the red wing cannot take the assets they accumulated while introducing the capitalist idea, and where there are very few unpaid or powerless supporters of the blue wing.
So far, so well. I guess I have an old poem of rank and for the stage:
SEA BLUE
The distant shore
The misty sky
The held-up waves
The blue-
so blue,
so blue,
so blue
above the water
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 5.07.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
