Posts Tagged ‘Concern’

aren’t we lucky?

If we don’t give a damn about the people who are worse off, we could at least be aware of their existence, because even if we are not grateful for what we have, we could at least realize we have it – it might make us happier. I wanted to share a link.

Happy New Year!

don’t ever look them in the eye

just that? and then what?

“Don’t ever look them in the eye!”, my friend said after he had seen me surrounded by a group of gypsies in the square. “If you stop to talk to them, you’ll never get rid, so you’d better not even look at them.”

When I talked to one of them on the phone recently and explained that I cannot possibly go on supporting financially their 18-member family, so they should try to find jobs, do the things I have taught them to, she was amazed and asked, “Is it unpeasant to you [to give us money whenever we ask you to, no matter how much]?!?”

I don’t even remember what I answered. I was pissed off. What if I had never looked anyone of them in the eye instead of spending so much time with them and giving them so much money? They wouldn’t be pissed off by me now. I just know it.

observer walk

While I was walking through the square early in the morning, I heard someone play the guitar. There were people sitting on the benches and watching the performer on the big stage. There was no guitar player but a mime artist. I took some poor photos of him and went on. While I was taking pictures, I felt a lady’s look on me. It was someone who works in the same building. When I approached her, she asked me “What is this free trial for 14 days?” looking at a billboard of the Bulgarian Telecommunications Company. “Internet”, I read for her. Then she asked why there was someone on stage, and I said there were theatre days in town. Then she said she could not walk slowly and hurried up the street, so I said “Bye”

She is not blind; she is not even short sighted. I have known her for several years. For 2 of them her office was next to mine. Back then she asked me many questions. For example, “Please, tell me if my printer is color or not”, so I had to read the label on the printer for her and say “Color”. Then she asked, “Where could I find ink for it?”, and I said “Downstairs, from the company which sells computers, printers and ink”. “Do you know their phone number?”. “Yes, I do.”

As for the theatre days, there are huge posters all over town. I do not have much time for theatre these days, and I don’t know the exact days and stuff, but it was enough for me to see the posters once, so I was not shocked to see the mime artist today.

What if there were no posters at all? Would everyone in Haskovo be shocked by a mime artist and not know what to make out of his sight? What if they did not explain it on TV? How would people know what to think about that?