Sudar svetova / The Clash: Sveta Ra

Here the decoration the city has begun. Well, it’s last minute. I expected that we would traditionally get New Year’s lighting in August, but it seems that this crown also influenced that. I believe that they do not put us in quarantine, although the number of patients is increasing every day, just so that we can walk around the city and admire the cheap Chinese light bulbs from every flagpole. To me at my age I have to admit to you all that glitter somehow falls hard. You sit at home in a semi-darkness, because you have to save electricity, pensions are small, and then I go out and the splendor of light blinds me. My only regret is that I’m in a small alley, you know, so they are not ornate to me, because if it all shone from the street like this, I wouldn’t even turn on the light bulbs.

Mr. Mirsolav, what does all this bother you, let people rejoice, here is my friend working in a company in charge of lamps, this is good money, split, earned. People have to work, they bring Bulgarians in, but Bulgarians have also won the crown. Again a knife in the back my Miroslav. You spent that money on various other things, Miroslav, for union vacations, mink coats, on Bulgarian whores when I have to put it that way, you are an older man but you know everything. Because of such people, we are now struggling in debts, which, as you say, cannot be seen by blinded eyes. It is important that it shines, mind these months, who even determined that the holidays are only at the end of December? You know, cups are lit these days, it’s easier to buy honey, a little gift and you know the outcome, you’ve been through it all. You, Miroslav, at least have a pension, what will we do when we are your age, if we ever reach them. So let us celebrate several New Years in a row, to speed up the process, to be happy.

Although I have to admit, come on, all that shining kitsch and nonsense, it’s not a problem for me, you know, somehow there is no New Year’s spirit in the people. And not only this year, but for some time. When I was young, you didn’t have to turn on the lights for us to know that we should be happy because the New Year is coming, somehow the people on the streets signaled with their mood what period we were in. I remember how we planned where we would go to whom we would buy what, you know those smiles are recognized, that holiday optimism is visible. Now I somehow believe that this glitter only shed additional light on how much we have been killed in the notion, how hurriedly and with our heads bowed we walk the streets, because we don’t know what will happen tomorrow, we don’t even know if we will have money for gifts, because these loans . Somehow you walk with your head down so as not to look at the Christmas tree, which costs thousands and thousands of euros, which literally seems to mock you from above. So, I’m telling you, the lights make me lower my head, maybe it’s better that way, because I don’t see the faces of other people who, just like me, are hurrying to return home in their darkness, believing that they don’t deserve better.

I just told you that, it flashes you, you can barely see, the worst is when I’m on Uncle Miroslav’s motorbike, I almost landed near Ušće once. After my dad pays for the repairs, I wouldn’t have honey, and honey works wonders hahaha. I’m joking a little, you know what I’m talking about, Grandma Olga was a nice woman, beautiful. I say again, until one day it gets dark, the next time it dawns, my friend takes good money from it. He has to spend those years working. The only thing I charge is the mass and the phone bill as my mother says. When the envelope comes to mine, it shines as if it were December. I want to die laughing and I can’t show it. I lower my head and don’t look into his eyes until he changes the subject. What is it for him, Miroslav, a man does, he earns money. We need to stick together, not just whine. We deserve better, but it has been better for a long time through the branch of Miroslav. We who are on this cracked branch must enjoy it until it breaks. When the bullet breaks out and the lights go out, so do we. Maybe not you, it’s late. It’s not for us. My Miroslav, you haven’t learned anything in so many years. I persuade you a little, not a little, we are partners, we understand each other. I just don’t understand why everything bothers you? Relax and enjoy, nothing can be changed. They will give presents now. Bow to Miroslav with your product, you get five soms on your account.