The redemption

 As I've reached an age where it's common for folks in this part of the world to say, "Yep, I'm a grown up now, finished school, have a job, a family and a social status which generally nobody cares about, but proud of it anyway" I came to sort of a sad realization...

I was lucky enough to be born in the great country of Bulgaria - proud and poor, have seen so many things (including my grandfather naked, multiple times), ran with chickens, chased by goats, lived, loved, drank and performed other physiological needs that drinking excessive amounts of alcohol lead to.


Needless to say in Bulgaria, if you've managed to survive your teenage years then you're generally considered a combat veteran and overall if you're anywhere above 30 years you're referred to as old, or with the gentle local epitome "дърт".

Going with the flow and the normal evolution of life, and back to the subject of this confession, I realized that for all the beautiful and not so beautiful things I've seen, I've nothing but memories... A tear silently appeared in my eye, squeezing it's way out and going down my cheek. 

So after a long and serious consideration of about 2 minutes, I decided that I'm going to create the Bulgarian Chronicles - put down all these memories pen on paper(or keyboard to monitor if you like) before I eventually kick the bell as they say at home, with the hope that all my sins will be forgiven, and my soul may rest at peace, knowing that I've shared my infinite wisdom and stories with the wider audience. 

I promise that I'll do my best to recreate these events to the best of my memory, and if I can't I'll only lie when I need to. 

As my 3 year old son has just defecated on himself for the fourth time today, I'll have to cut this one here, but stay tuned, I'll be back soon. 


Yours truly, 

S

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