Barbaria, My Poor Land, I Mourn 'Cause There's No Amend (Sixty Six Humorous Sextets) – English Adaptation – Abridged!

Ivancho Jotata

This is English adaptation of one unexpected poetical impromptu, sextets of type ABABBA, which in the most shameless manner spit at our democratic "achievements", that put us at the last place in EU.

 

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     Abstract:

     This is English adaptation, what means translation of translatable, i.e. of prosaic part, of one unexpected poetical impromptu of mine, written in the end of corona and protest for Bulgaria 2020 year, which I have never thought to write before, but when our people continue to protest (for half an year) then how can Jotata stay silent? This time these are sextets of type ABABBA, which begin like usual 4-lines rhymed by a line and then reflecting the last 2 lines in a mirror, so that we get 2 triple rhymes. These miniatures in the most shameless (yet deserved) manner spit at our democratic "achievements", that put us at the rightful last place in the European Union. Here in sense of sarcasm the colleague Botev remains far behind the author (thinks the latter). If you like the democracy, our and generally, then do not waste your time in reading of such vomit works (is the advice of the author).


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BARBARIA, MY POOR LAND,

I MOURN 'CAUSE THERE'S NO AMEND

(Sixty Six Humorous Sextets)

— English Adaptation — Abridged!


Jotata - Atatoj,    2020

 





BARBARIA, MY POOR LAND,
I MOURN 'CAUSE THERE'S NO AMEND

(Sixty Six Humorous Sextets) — English Adaptation — Abridged!


By Ivancho Jotata, known also as Ochnavi Atatoj, Ivan Bugarow, Jotabash Giaurgi, Nostradamus Buladamus, and other cloning names



 

     [ Abstract: This is English adaptation, what means translation of translatable, i.e. of prosaic part, of one unexpected poetical impromptu of mine, written in the end of corona and protest for Bulgaria 2020 year, which I have never thought to write before, but when our people continue to protest (for half an year) then how can Jotata stay silent? This time these are sextets of type ABABBA, which begin like usual 4-lines rhymed by a line and then reflecting the last 2 lines in a mirror, so that we get 2 triple rhymes. These miniatures in the most shameless (yet deserved) manner spit at our democratic "achievements", that put us at the rightful last place in the European Union. Here in sense of sarcasm the colleague Botev remains far behind the author (thinks the latter). If you like the democracy, our and generally, then do not waste your time in reading of such vomit works (is the advice of the author). ]


     [ Idea for illustration of the cover: Hm, in the original is meant some lectern, (the title says that "I cry from the lectern"), on which in the churches are put the important books, the annals, but in this case this stand has to be state's one, with a pair of lions ahead, or which support it, and behind it has to stand the modest Jotata (who, being a midget, may have even stepped on a podium). Yeah, but it will be better if the lion here is one, and to be ridden by Jotata, and the stand can be fastened over his mane, in this way it will be more intriguing. And it will be even better if the artist depicts the lion … standing on his hind legs, as if a horse. What concerns Bulgarian barbarian public, it is better if it will be shown from the back (as symbol for its reluctance to listen to this lion-rider). And even better if there will be little arrows which come out of bubbles, where is written, respectively: "Jotata", "lectern", "Bar-bar-ia". That's it, and as picture in a frame, with dimensions 450 x 450 pixels, under the author and the title. ]





 

CONTENTS



     Foreword

     Word (sixty six humorous sextets)

     Afterword






FOREWORD


     Sirs, this book I had, naturally, no intention to write, but when, for one thing, our people protest, raise noise not knowing what exactly they want, yet make noise (because now is the moment), and, for another thing, I have gained momentum in this jubilee for me year (I made 70), having written one after another (well, under different name) 5-6 poetical collections with various foolish things, by a month for a book and then the next one, and decided to produce something also under this name, and, for a third thing, I continue to have grudge against the entire Bulgarian public for this, that it, as we say, does not count me even for a plum, so that I meet every occasion for spitting with open arms and joy in my heart. And there, of course, are reasons to spit at everything and everybody in my country, because we, since the coming of this damned thing, the democracy, either sink further down, or stick to the mud, but there is no escaping it! Now we are absolutely a bit better than before some 30 years, but relatively, compared with other near and far, post- or non- communist countries, we are always at the end, worse than in the third world, really!

     Let me give you at least one comparison: I personally, scientific worker, ancestral intellectual, with more than 2 tertiary educations, got in 3 different countries, and having in the time of my "sunset" good command over 3 foreign languages (plus my mother Bulgarian), having written only under this pseudonym for 3 years more than 30 different papers with valuable observations and propositions, which I have by my hand translated in 4 languages, still receive pension in amount of 4 (going to 5) ... bus tickets daily for all expenses (and these are all my earnings). Or otherwise put, my pension equals 1/3 MMS (Minimal Monthly Salary), what is 7 times less than the average one (if we take it for 2 and 1/3 minimal ones), which is roughly 7 times worse than the average situation in Europe, or till here only 50 times lower income than the minimal, yet I, after all, am not some nincompoop, so that I can with reasons say, that receive at least 100 (hundred) times less than this what I deserve (because I continue to work before the computer at least 6 hours daily, and twist verses in the nights)! Well, such like me have remained probably about hundred persons in the country, at most thousand, but these who live below whatever limits of misery (poverty is a nice word, dignified), despite the integration money that they receive [we have introduced for some years even such wonders — because have done everything possible to disintegrate the nation], plus their pension (or have not even the latter), so these people are of the order of 1 million souls, gentlemen!

     Because I, as "learned" (according to the anecdote [we have a series of anecdotes about the learned people, where the most representative is that: The learned is capable of everything — you close him even in the water closet and he will find what to … eat there!]), can manage well with some 2 to 3 times less money than the others, I am for the moment also kerngesund, where the others spend a heap of money for medicaments, so that all incomes below even one whole MMS (600 lv [or 300 Euro] roughly in 2020) per person are taken for poor earnings, and 1/2 MMS is already miserable income for the major part of Bulgarians. And this is consequence only of our democracy, of the bad model of it, not of one or another political party but of all of them taken together, yet nobody, from the top to the bottom of population, cares about this, the people just don't know what to do, everybody looks to grasp as much as he can and while he can, what is unmoral according to every religion! Glad are only the young ones, because they have no basis for comparison and nobody scolds them that they want only to screw, some 10 percents or so small tradesmen and workmen, who work for nothing and wipe each other's … #sses, so to say, and are able to pay to other colleagues for some things, with money taken from the same other persons yet for something else, and some 3-4 % business and political oligarchy, who run big money, but their offspring are nearly all drug addicts. Add to this also the lack of whatever morality in a country of unbelievers, the absence of families as building block of the society, the blossoming of homosexuality, the decline of civilization worldwide, and some other details, and it turns out that now we are leading, definitely, much more dissolute life than our parents and grandparents!

     But enough moralizing, gaudeamus igitur, or let us rejoice a little with funny verses addressed at people, who are far from the troubles of ordinary Bulgarians. Because in this situation of national protests each one takes part in his own way, or like the poet [Ivan Vazov] has put it, and in my paraphrasing:

  [The rhyme is of the type AABBCCDD and I think that have bettered the rhyming and the rhythm, yet drastically changed the meaning (to make it sound up to date). All verses, as said, are not rhymed, and as near as possible to the original, where are used many untranslatable jargon words.]


     Every different age, class, gender, and occupation,

     has taken part in this activity,

     only the wealthier has secluded himself and scratches his … prick;

     and there is no learned left, the shipment is in the West.

     All girls have become cashiers,

     all boys go crazy with heads like flasks,

     and he, poor, naked, barefooted, without money,

     rummages in … garbage cans, and threads verses like beads!


     And it can be even said that this is one new "Epopee of the forgotten", only that while Vazov has meant forgotten by the people heroic personalities, Jotata means forgotten by the masses obvious reasons for our messes, that are reduced chiefly to lack of accord and unity on basic questions of our reality, to shifting of the accents of the politics, and, ultimately, to the barbarity of a nation of unbelievers, which has lost whatever morality it has had, because it was pro-communist one. In this situation there are only two future tendencies before is, and we are making bold steps on both paths. On one hand this is the moving of everyone who can do this abroad — saving of the rats from the sinking ship, yet the rats are brave and intelligent animals, they are not to be despised —, and on the other hand, this is the increasing of non-Bulgarian ethnicity, which ethnos, as a rule, is more moral than us! When moving of not big amount of (barbarian) Bulgarians amidst civilized nations we manage good and fast to do well there, and also better the gene in those countries, they accept us probably because of this. And when increasing of ethnical Turks and Arabs by us we also became more composed and respectful to the others, which qualities we usually lack. Id est, these both ways are not only unavoidable, but also natural and right, from this win all, both we and the others, yet this under condition that we can not or want not to search some coalition with Slavonic nations, that we reject the traditional for us Russophilia from the Revival times [of freeing from Turkish yoke in the end of 19-th century)]. Yeah, but nobody shows the things in such light.

     Now something about the very verses. Well, they are sextets, how it is said in the subtitle, and when so I have decided that they have to be exactly 66 (sixty six), and they begin like usual 4-line couplet with alternating rhymes, of the type ABAB, yet later the last 2 lines are reflected like in mirror and give ABABBA, where are 2 rhyming triplets, what is not so easy for writing, but Jotata searches difficulties (he also with the girls looks that they have it smaller, right?), and also using pretty crazy words here and there this turns not to be very difficult. As in this zero number couplet, for acquaintance [without rhymes]:


          * * *

     Let us now try this here sextet

        with pretty strangely mixed six lines.

     It's suitable for every single poet,

        and how I look now at it,

        I can foresee the next advancement

     of my poetical … shabby cart.


     So that, on the road, my not many readers, 400 poetical lines await you.


     [ And let me add at the end that the original Bulgarian title says literally "My Barbary Land, Cry I From The Lectern (Sixty Six Humorous Sextets)", but I found the current title as more suitable in English. Also all verses here are 34 %, i.e. 1/3 of the whole volume and they are somehow translated, you will get the basic idea, while 2/3 are translated exactly, plus that on many places are given additional explanations, so that you will lose not much, in this way the material is perfect for initial acquaintance, if you don't know Bulgarian language.

     Ah, and because I use a heap of jargon words I will explain them more or less, but for the citing of Bulgarian words I will need to use one widely met, in the old and the new languages, vowel, which is like in your "girl", and which I will mark as 'y'; also with single quotes I will give the reading; then 'j' will be used for softening of the consonants, while 'h' will be for hardening, and together with this 'j' will be used for making of diphthongs (like in may-'maj'), and 'h' for prolongation of vowels; plus that the usage of 'ch, sh, zh' must be obvious. ]


     Nov. 2020, Sofia, Barbaria (given usually as Bulgaria, for euphony)





 


WORD

(Sixty Six Humorous Sextets)

 


     I am bloody thankful to NSSI

        for our domestic … stupidities!

     From this pustule erupted firstly the pus and,

        because it still can't be washed clean,

        I mourn for my poor nation,

     which becomes fat with democratic lies!


  [Rem.: NSSI is our Social Security Institute that establishes and pays all pensions.]


          * * *

     Instance national of experts,

        who pacify and feed the citizens like hens

     with their services and offers.

        They mix such sticky mashes,

        that a decent person is already scared

     and sends them to the deserved hell.


  [Rem.: Here are used Russian words for the hens and the devil.]


     Rem. Let me squeeze only that the Latin word expertus, taking into account also English "pert" as perky or cheeky, has to be translated as "self-boasting insolent fellow"! In any case it is usually spoken about experts there, where the persons don't have other titles or ranks (like engineer, doctor, colonel, etc.), and this happens mostly in higher state institutions (although it is possible that in some commercial companies are applied similar names, because the people there have no special diplomas, as a rule).


          * * *

     Or let us take thereafter the President —

        but he is just sitting there before all.

     It turns that this is where the accent is put,

        his sitting becomes his constant habit.

        What of it, that something was wrong by us?

     Ah, this chair is so cozy, like a … placenta!


          * * *

     He meets and sees off guests,

        shake hands, pats on the back.

     But would he now begin to fast

        when many were starving with hunger?

        To catch the 'kelepir'-gain, of course;

     if he will lose it, God will not forgive him!


          * * *

     Or let us move to the former communists —

        but they are now even not socialists!

     They are just agile, as if are … worms,

        and flood you at once with nice words,

        yet don't give a dime to their native people,

     and are simply artists, even mediocre!


     Rem.: The last decent communist was Zhan Videnov, to whom the UDF-followers hurried to "blow under the tail" [as we say, i.e. to chuck him off], but also his people immediately abandoned him, as they have done with "Uncle Tosho" [Todor Zhivkov] earlier.


          * * *

     Yet the left-wing is necessary under miserable life,

        if you want only for balancing!

     Their centering is not the proper approach,

        but external shine, farce, apparent glaze,

        in order to hide their carreeristic arrogance

     from the eyes of people looking at them.


 


     And so on …


 

          * * *

     And our barbarity is the wreath,

        that adorned our lion's mane.

     It helps us like a … bear's service,

        when one calls a bear to help him.

        This extinguishes our efforts,

     and this is how we have come to the … 'pizdetz'!


     Rem.: Exactly the last word, which is Russian, is quite widely used there and means: bankrupt, sad end, spoiling, maiming, crapping the pants, and other similar things, and is obvious derivative from their 'pizda', which is sometimes called slit, sometimes gash, also pudendum in Latin, or then directly vagina.


 




 


AFTERWORD


 

     Well, this is, Ladies and Gentlemen, I finished the tour throughout the political arena of my barbarian land Barbaria or Bulgaria for the last 30 democratic years, that have brought us nothing, but really nothing, good, in relative sense, as I have said this in the Foreword. Absolutely looked we are much better — and I can give as example that one piezo-lighter for a long time costs as much as 1-2 ... eggs, while earlier, under the totalitarian ruling, it was about 50 such things (6 lv if with refill valve, by a price of 0.13 lv an egg), or colour TV set, automatic washing machine, personal car, and so on —, yet this enhancing of the standard is due to purely technical reasons, it has nothing to do with the democracy, which literally wiped us out as a nation! Not that nothing similar could have been expected, because the equal conditions (in this case open market, equal prices, free flow of goods and people, etc.) can lead only to brighter manifestation of the inequality (in this case in economic aspect), but nobody has expected that we can reach such tragic level.

     There are objective reasons for this, obviously, but there are also things that are consequence only of the bad model of capitalism, which we have chosen, because the communism, too, was a kind of capitalism, hardly somebody doubts nowadays in this, yet if then we were at the one pole, now we are at the other one, while some middle point can be reached only in highly developed countries, which we are not — and will never be, I will tell you —, so that it is more than obvious that we should have searched, and must search, some reasonable compromise, what presupposes also inevitable uniting around some common platform! Yes, but we don't want compromises, we want, according to the Russian (or rather Polish) phrase 'pan ili propal' [what in rough translation in English will say "either prince or pauper"], and happened the latter. Or can be used the parable about the frog and the shod ox [who was so strong because of the shoes, so that the frog also wanted to be shod], and other allegories, but the truth is that from the allegories we have remained with only the 'gories', so to say (having in mind that 'gore' in Russian means a sorrow)! Nothing new under the Sun, of course, what says us the title of Griboyedov's "Woe from wit" ['Gore'-sorrow 'ot'-from 'uma'-brains].

     At the same time, however — let me give you also this example —, one Japan was fully and unconditionally defeated in the Second world war, and what happened later, ah? Well, it happened so that one Japanese businessman (let us call him Kurumuru Nomustava [what is again a pun, this is something like Prickydicky Hardyficky]) has said: well, we are not good in fighting wars, alas, yet proven fact, but let us try on the economic front, what if we will beat these dirty Americans (to whom one whole continent is not enough but they have taken over also two oceans)? And how it is said in the fairy tales: said and done! But this was prominent person in his circles, with influence, and first of all with capitals, plus that the Japanese are united people, such with spirit, not just eager to put their hands on girls, cars, money, and other material goods, so that the thing went well (in the similar way like in his time one genius, evil or not, but genius, the so called Lenin, has said that the communism can succeed exactly in the most backward European, or rather Asian, country, and it succeeded, at least whole 70 years, yet also today up to a great extent, with varied ideas but socialist).

     Well, in our territory has sprung one Jotata, who has come to the conclusion that we never, but really never, will succeed to beat the Western economies (to say nothing in military aspect), but we can quite easily stick out in a new field, in the social one, what is also the most important for us! If I had behind my back some Croesus or Rockefeller, or some other financial magnate, then I would have succeeded, positively — if not for other reasons, then at least because the people train animals and succeed, but with softness and goodness, with nice food, and with cares and love. Or if I had strong political, be it even mafia structure behind my back. Or religious support (from the Pope, for example). Yet I don't have it! And because, together with this, the people, my as if readers, have exactly as much brains as a gull and when they come to some of my works on some foreign site — in no case Bulgarian, here one has to pay for everything — they are not at all feeling, that these are great ideas! They may sound utopian, yet they are great, they picture the future of the whole mankind, no more and no less! Plus this the majority of Bulgarians do not guess that they must adjust their browsers for searching in foreign Internet spaces, they do well with the Bulgarian one, and our mafioso politicians and businessmen are also glad with the easy manipulation of such brainless gulls. So that it turns out that even well-meaning readers can not come to useful writings, because they are not published in Bulgaria, i.e. we continue to be the same closed paesane-peasants!

     So that there happen such things, but let me, however, return to this poetical booklet, which I wrote (believe me or not) for half a month, if we count the very 66 sextets, because for its finishing is necessary at least as much time. Anyway, from the height of my far over 10 thousand poetical lines, and even in 3 languages, yet chiefly under another pseudonym, I can boldly say that the writing of verses, naturally, is not an easy business, but if one becomes used to this for about 4-5 years (and by me this lasted more than a quarter of a century), then there are not too big problems in this, except to ... find a suitable subject! It is clear that this is so, and this is proved by the classics, who have written quite long pieces based on religious fables or legends. Well, by me the ... erogenous zone, so to say, is the spitting over the democracy!

     And as far as some reader may be shocked by such revelation let me add some biographical moments, namely that I left without constant job from 1. Feb. 1990, from the day of the shocking therapy, exactly because I have been taken for very valuable cadre, I had to wait whole 3 months notice before leaving, and from that moment on (when our country has already stepped on the way to democracy, ha-ha) I remained unemployed for quarter of a century, until I went to pension with this lousy pension, because nobody wanted educated persons. Well, if I have been retrained to some other qualification, or run away from Bulgaria, I would have found job, but how I was qualified to work in Bulgaria was not possible! No matter that I have been research assistant in BAS (Bulgarian Academy of Sciences), and even then with 2 university educations from 2 different countries. For this reason I can allow myself to squeeze here the next pun, hoping that you will get it that the she-democrat here personifies Miss Democracy. [The rhyme is of the type AAAAAA, 6 times '-atka'.]


     When I see a woman-democrat,

     and my … prick jumps, as French say, parat [ready].

     Well, this is just for a minute,

     yet is squirts the "whey"

     with the winged idea,

     to flatten this uterus!


     Because the great "drunkenness" of our people [how the eminent writer and poet — just like me, Jotata, only more than a century earlier — Ivan Vazov has called the euphory of freedom], which I prefer to name oligophrenia (or chronical alcoholism, if you like it better in this way), was, and still is, the conviction that the communism is something bad, while the democracy is good, where the truth is that — you listen carefully —: the communist idea is the brightest idea in the human history, it dates back to primitive society, and is reflected in all religions, this is the idea of uniting of people, so that everyone works for the others, not for himself, and in this way to work for himself (not vice versa), only that its realization turns to be very difficult, due to inborn "defects" of the human being, but always is possible, and also necessary, to make something, this what is most suitable in the moment, for its realization (which can be reached only asymptotically); at the same time the democracy is a "great" … cheating, outwitting, swindling, delusion, etc., what in no way is right decision, yet exactly because of its illogicality it is the greatest, at least for the moment, invention in the social area!

     Why, you will say? Ah, because the people in principle want to be deluded with something (the Latin proverb: Mundus vult decipi), they are not interested in the truth, the important thing is for the lie to be beautiful (like, e.g., equality, fraternity, freedom, etc.). And in addition to this the truth is never at the borders, it is in the middle, so that always, I stress always, is necessary to search for some moderate or medium decision, which in this case and for Bulgaria is exactly in this, to be present both, cares for all citizens on some minimally possible for the moment level, and also exploitation, in the meaning precisely of sucking out of the strength of everyone in some aspect, and every rushing only to the one extreme pole is harmful, vicious, silly, and downright stupid! More than this, this is the only possible way in the future, where the maximal exploitation will be chiefly … the self-exploitation, how does also every scientific or creative worker, or aristocrat, person who is both, well ensured, and with enough morality, in order to have been reached to the conclusion that life has no other meaning except this, to make for the others what you can, no matter that they most often do not value this properly. If via these cares for the others one does not win something also for himself, then the society, in which we live, is bad! Read you, please, these thoughts once more time!

     So that I am convinced in the ideas that have caused the appearance of my party NAPUK [against all other parties], but let me repeat that I have not at all wanted to invent whatever parties and to become engaged with political questions, for the simple reason that the politics is the biggest known till the moment … whore! Yeah, but because the people are pretty limited to grasp the ambiguity of this statement, let me clarify that this is as bad as it is good; the good thing is because people like the whores, right, I also like them to a certain extent, and the bad is because they are, still, whores, again right, ah? And I, really, have not foreseen such evolution of the events, you read my first enormous Open Letter to our whole public (political parties, Parliament, media, etc.), and will see that I only hint about some questions, sketch them, don't want to lose the time of those people and deprive someone younger and more ambitious than me from the desire to show off with something, helping in this way to solve the messes by us. Because I, as intelligent person, think that there are obvious things, which everybody sees, and if he sits on his bottom parts and gives some thoughts, he will come to the same, or similar, ideas, like those, that have revolted in my head. And hoped to do with one and only letter, and only in Bulgarian. Yes, but no! Because this representative (I convinced myself in this), yet badly representing us, Bulgarian public, just touches this and that [we have such colloquial expression, probably supposing that one touches his … genitals], evades direct answer, says silly things to which even a pre-school child will nor believe (like our NSSI tries to deny — and for the moment succeeds in this — one basic principle of the Roman law, that if something is not explicitly denied, then it is allowed, and pure and simple forbids me to renounce my voluntarily paid self-insurance for one year), or even better — gives a deaf ear and reacts according with our saying "you speak to him, but he chews further" [supposing that he is a ruminating animal]!

     Well, when it is so, then your Jota rolled up his sleeves and wrote whole 30 materials in 4 languages and placed them on a dozen foreign sites, in order that nobody will be in position to say, that he (Jotata) has not explained the things. I explained everything, and proposed even a party, NAPUK, but still think that the chief thing for which I have to be congratulated, is the invention of its … name, not of the very Manifest, Program, and Codex, which have simply flown in the air, in my view. Anyway, I did even this. And again nobody pays attention to me. When so I have begun to spit completely in the open, there appeared my 3 poetical collections cum prosaic explanations, as follows: "Mammyland", "Helter-Skelter" [in the original it is "Driving through the millet" what is idiom for doing something utterly non-carefully], and this "Barbaria" /'Varvaria', and I again vow not to write anything political, but this depends on the circumstances. Yet together with the spitting I want again to thank this whole Bulgarian Public for this, that it enlivens me in my old years, keeps my body tone, with each day passed I literally feel how I soar higher over my previous self, and long ago have left the colleague Botev behind. Here is the next expression of my warm feelings of gratitude to my barbarian fatherland [where the rhyme is ABABBABA].


          BARBARIANS DIFFERENT EXIST


     Yet my land Barbaria

        I love till … insanity.

     This is why I stood before the lectern,

        in order to give a new meaning.

        Because I, the insignificant "vegetation",

     do not disturb my quiet life,

        but give bold expression of my meaning,

     even when I triple my sarcasm!


     Because there are barbarians and barbarians, as is said, there are bad barbarians, for which the whole world takes us, but we are not such, and there are also some nice barbarians, like the Bulgarians, who do nobody other anything bad, and harm only themselves! Because this is what we are doing, we, for example, have wiped out our intellectuals because they were pro-communists, but … . Well, Gentlemen, we even in this regard act in barbarian way, nothing organized, everyone in his own way, amateurish performance, so to say — when even one … genocide we can't execute properly! You have to be ashamed, Sirs democrats! Look at the Germans in their time, they have decided that the Jews are good only to make soap from them, and — said and done, right? Or some Hongweibins in China (called so, I suppose, because they like to wave their "instruments" [what is a pun, in Slavonic they are 'hunvejbins' and I call them 'hujveibins' in the original, where 'veja' is to wave, and 'huj' is the man's prick]), and they have decided to punish a bit the intellectuals for this, that they have studied much instead of worked hard, and sent all professors and the like to cleanse the toilets in some factories and workers dormitories — and have done it! And what have we done? Well, nothing. If they survive from the air and the sun rays then good, but if not — ah, God has given, God has taken, isn't it?

     And this is valid this time not only for the official public, this is true also for the common population, because I have some personal observations from my immediate neighbours in my entrance, who are ready to starve me by hunger if necessary, but to give some common money for something, what I do not use in such extent! ( Roughly speaking, to pay as for 4 persons, notwithstanding the fact that I use these services about 5 times less than the average, and also with income 7 times lower than the average, and so on — what makes more than 100 times more unjustified in regard of my person, because I have studied too much, and in result of this I live with miserable income. I intend to make a nice material out of this, in order to show that, contrary to our proverb, that the fish begins to decay from the head, it can decay equally well also from the belly or the tail, as long as it is on barbarian Bulgarian soil. ) So that we are, definitely, barbarians, from the head and to the feet, but are very good barbarians; if one behaves as silly as the masses then the latter will make nothing bad to him, and if he can't behave silly enough, or does not want to, or was with some morality, when there nobody by us has now this trait — well, then this is his own fault, yeah, because nobody has forced him to differ so strong from his environment.

     Exactly in this restraining, as a beginning, reaction of the environment to the exceptional by us is expressed not only our barbarity (because these can be old persons, or poor, or ailing, or young, and so on, the important thing is that they are not like the masses), but also our stimulating effect on them (let them manage how they can, or let them express themselves as much as they can, as long as they do not interfere with the others)! Id est, we — roughly speaking — do not kill or maltreat the exceptional, no, we just leave them to perish by themselves (how have done in the antiquity by throwing some abnormally born children on some hill). And if they occasionally survive and succeed to stand out with something — well, mashallah then, ashkolsun [what are Turkisms meaning something like: praise be to God, evallah, halleluia]!

     Well, for the moment I survive, enhance my poetical and other potentialities, and have decided for other 15 or so years to be thorn in the eyes of our stupid democracy and the entire Bulgarian nation, were it under this my name, or under a second, or a third. And why must I prick the people, ah? Well, because they, apart from insulting them and showing them in bad light, react to nothing, understand nothing else! You give them to fill their bellies! And if other people from outside will not begin to mock them and spit on them, they will never guess to change, so to say, even with a … my name [because this is what Jota means, the letter "j"] their behaviour. But I, how said above, love my Barbaria very ardently, only that I will prefer that we remain again with unique genes, yet to be a little bit less barbarous, if it may be put in this way, both different from the others, but for some good things be like them. Not that this is easy, but it pays to try. And exactly an educated person is rightly to oppose to … everything, when it is massively spread, in order to force as much as possible the masses to reach some middle point, because the truth, practically always, is in the middle, while the masses do not want, as a rule, moderate actions. Well, but such is the dialectics of the things, so that every person carries his cross.


     Again Jotata, and again November 2020, Barbaria.


 




 


 

 


 

 

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