A new score of years made up of four five-year plans is beginning with squabbles between the major state institutions.
A new round of changes introducing pattern relationships and economic order is enclosing the individual interests awoken to fights against the life quotas allotted by the structures, and the group interests that are breaking ahead through life to make the routes for new structure branches.
I hope that I will live long enough to see the focus of globalization taken off Bulgaria that is so deeply entangled in historical, political, and ethnic, legacies that the country will be able to settle into a quiet life only after greater locations get hitched into the global picture.
I also hope that my pension will not necessitate my looking for additional income, because no matter how many vacancies get recurrently posted, there is little real need for teaching or other staff; and no matter how polite secretaries can be, the contracts between their customers and their agencies are shifted onto the translators as direct responsibility with all the incurrent clauses for delay, quality, or invoiced payments.
In line with the coming new round of global economic construction, here is a very short old poem of mine:
YEARS
Of all the musty and delicious,
the pleasant and unpleasant smells,
my years - coming, gone, fictitious-
have made for me a stiff old shell
My body lives by stacking odours
My brain combines and tests them all
My life whirls round rooms of horrors
That dying something is my soul
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 13.11.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
