The two main candidates for Mayor of Sofia, that of the home businesses and the police, and that of the old socialists and the international economy, are putting two full stops to the twenty years of specific infrastructure development and social class diversification.
The lack of accumulated enthusiasm that poured out today alongside the twenty per cent taken poll (me counted in though for a dim reason), may have at least two basic explanations:
• the people who went into business on assets looted from the socialist economy, will not vote for any idea of order reconstructed out of elements of the repressive socialist model, or imported from EU capital cities that are ahead in the planning and organizing of the lives of millions of people pooled in places removed from chance of manufacturing or cultivating anything for a living,
• the people whose single achievement in the past twenty years is represented by their relatives working abroad, will never vote for a change that will once more challenge their ability to adapt.
In line with the future levels along which an import of projects, specialists, population, will bring in the idea that the higher a location is, the less ethnically specific its population is, here is an old poem of mine:
Questions Unanswered
What did I do to make the night so angry?
What ill presumptions did I claim for me?
What did support me in amounts plenty?
What next steps planned, no options to succeed?
What favours did I offer to integrity?
What chanced-on powers took all rash bids?
Why is the dark space round me so angry?
Why broken are to trips my body links?
Why do I feel deficiency in stores exhausted?
Why's not there to supplies fresh a cross-bridge?
What if I break free of my lockdowns boasted?
What if, like stray dogs do, I roam streets?
What if I walk and walk all lost in motion?
In search of strength which round me exists?
What if I reach someone's unmatched emotion?
What if I am his cross-time across-bridge?
V.P.T.
V.P.Toucheva 15.11.2009 Sofia, Bulgaria, EU
