This is the building where I work.
And this is the primary school opposite.
Some things here are quite old.
And some things are quite a bit older.
New houses are being built all the time.
Though old houses could do with a bit of upkeep.
Sometimes it's a bit difficult to tell which is which.
These are everywhere.
Other things are getting quite common too.
There is a bus service.
This is the business venture behind the supermarket.
And this is the supermarket.
Inside I took a few snaps just to see how long it would take some managerial arsehole to tell me to stop. It took about one minute, but the arsehole got a security guard to do it for him.
The guard is a full time teacher of history who gets enough money to live on by walking up and down aisles in a red company jacket. He's been learning English for four years, and is at upper intermediate level. And he thinks rules about photography are idiotic too.
We walked around the market, comparing the German influence on English with the Turkish influence on Bulgarian, discussing East European history, and chatting about his plans to move to America - the UK would be preferable, but the racism makes it extremely unappealing. Occasionally I bought some food on his recommendation.
Bulgaria isn't so foreign after all.
As much as I would like to welcome in the Bulgarian guy, I'm afraid that getting to America may be rather difficult. Perhaps he has someone here that is able to sponsor him but otherwise, he's going to need a special skill. Sorry to say, we've got history teachers and other assorted liberal arts grads up the wazoo. But if he's willing to teach in our inner cities....
ReplyDeleteI'm going to enjoy these pictorial posts.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the insight into another world.
Someone is missing from the these photos...
ReplyDeleteGood set of snaps, and the story to go with them. Except, as David says, 'someone is missing from them.'
ReplyDeleteSo more please, and feel free to star in them.