Bulgaria's Love-Hate Paradox
It has begun to snow again. The flakes, silver and dark, fall obliquely against the lamplight.
Who would believe that under the peaceful and poetic whiteness that has wrapped the country, there is discontent and anger?
But here is a prosaic fact - the majority of Bulgarians say the quality of life in the country over the past year was just as miserable as during the severe economic and banking crisis in 1996-1997.
Back then the winter was riotous and saw massive street protests after the country's banking system rumbled to pieces and precipitous inflation emerged.
This year the winter is just seeing the gentle tapping of the snow flakes and fairly good approval ratings for the prime minister.
Few openly complain, while the majority seems to be happy with Borisov's strong embrace.
How can people hate their lives, but love the person who tailors it?
To me this question exposes the deepest contradictions that now lie at the heart of Bulgarian society. It is a paradox, isn't it?
"Polenta doesn't explode" is the gnomic phrase Romanians use to describe the attitude of resigned acceptance typical to the country.
But even in Romania something snapped this month.
What gnomic phrase should we, Bulgarians, use to describe the love-and-hate attitude typical to our country?
Re: "What gnomic phrase should we, Bulgarians, use to describe the love-and-hate attitude typical to our country?"
“That's Bulgaria" That is the country we love and hate.
My grandfather used-to say that there is no Love without Hate and Hate without Love. They are simply the core flow of the Life itself.
Therefore “That's Bulgaria", always critical, creative, emotional and alive.