The Village Life, Part Two—Bulgaria.

The city of L.A.

From the viewers eye the village life here in Bulgaria may not look inviting, however there are many positives along with the negatives. The pictures posted may look quite different from what you regularly view. Indeed, most westerns may view several countries as dirty. Some streets here in the village are lined with some trash, and the cow dung does not create a lovely scene of followers, although, within the homes that I have visited everything is kept clean and tidy. After traveling Egypt for five months my external view of an area has diminished, I am not really concerned about cosmetics of the external view of an area. Comparing my street view of the prior post, which looks more relaxing, the city look from these two pictures, or my street in Bulgaria?

Block houses in China.

The buildings in Bulgaria are just old, but I experience the majority of Bulgarians to live clean. Even the gypsy’s are clean people in their own way, even if their living location looks ram-shackled. But, this is not always the case, and on my street here in the village there is a house that sticks out like a sore thumb.

The above picture is of a house that is across the street, and to the left from my gate. I thought the house was abandoned, low and behold eight people live there, three adults and five children. The house has no running water. This particular situation causes some estranged energy on this street.

This is Big George, he is a really nice guy, supplies the family with water, and loves his Rakia.

Since they live like Gypsy’s, but are Bulgarian, the neighbor’s outcast the entire family. The mom and kids walk two blocks to the house of Big George to fetch water. I am friendly to the kids and the mom, the oldest kid is 16, and the three little ones in the picture are 2, 4, 6. Over the summer these two little ones caused somewhat of a havoc desiring my attention, which makes sense since the village wont associate with them.

One day I had the three kids over for some iced tea and the neighbors tried to tell me how they are bandits and to never let them past my gate, I did try to explain that the kids are not to blame, they don’t understand the situation, and will act absurd just for attention, negative attention is better than none for these kids.

Little “Zak” is great at hanging birds. He is one frustrated and angry little boy.

Over the summer the kids were throwing rocks at my gate, calling out my name, I would visit making funny faces and give them a little treat, they would sometimes give me some grapes, and then all of a sudden they stopped yelling my name and making noise upon the gate. I am always friendly and I told the neighbors that I will not shun the children; it is unimportant to me how they live. Now upon passing everything is amiable.