After my op-ed “Tick the train” from last week, the reader Hari Slavov made the following comment: “ Kusturitsa should make a film about this case, the prize in the West is tied in a towel”. I'm not sure that the in question glamourism with the ticking of the train will be quite to the taste of the Serbian director.
Kusturica's stories, at least some of them, are a veritable maelstrom of passions, they are a natural consequence of the ethnic and religious clashes, somewhat contained by Tito - but erupted with mighty force after the collapse of his empire, their growling is still felt until now . With Kusturitsa, the entertaining, the absurd or the grotesque is only on the surface, beneath it are the real suggestions.
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His characters will never understand each other, no matter how much the new “moderators“ try to tame them. - I use this gentle word so as not to provoke cursing at the beginning of the letter against today's trainers of the world; infantile trainers who are intoxicated only by the ominous crack of the whip and never think about the consequences of their interventions.
„The People“ on Kusturitsa, they curse their country with relish, in the pub, in front of everyone. One stands up and shouts: “ May the country be with you!“ However, another immediately complements it – “Liechtenstein!“ That is, they allegedly curse the innocent country of Liechtenstein. However, in fact, they seriously insulted theirs. We are smarter – in the sense that we do not publicly curse our country at all, no matter what it has done to us. And those who manage it may no longer respect us at all - it's still ours, at least that's how it seems.
That and who to curse. A few of our more sophisticated politicians realized, albeit belatedly, that there was a danger of blinding the new arrivals, that they would drag them into nothingness, and made an attempt to distance themselves so as not to destroy themselves. However, this is a tricky game, it requires a lot of skill and dexterity, it will not be easy to protect yourself from the church. However, for all their absent-mindedness and unpretentiousness, some have realized that it is not good to hang out in front of the public, labeled as “Ortas of Prostophiles”.
Boiko remained committed to dominating all elections - however, there is no real benefit from this. He is already beginning to look like the Soviet leader Brezhnev, who diligently filled his biography with new and new orders and medals - and his ceremonial uniform had resembled an iconostasis.
On the eve of all elections, and even more so after them, Boyko wavers before the same question: whether to be “tough“ or “soft“ with simpletons – and, as expected, today is one, tomorrow – the other. The rest of the time he caresses his iconostasis.
In some moments he is downright charming, recently he shocked us with the claim that he was already “soft heat“?! “Some may accuse me of softness or soft warmth, but this is more correct“ – he clarified his future relations with the local political leaders. And that probably calmed his supporters to some extent – they prefer to see it as “Padishaha”, as I called it many years ago, “soft heat” is a rant suitable for the “designer“ dictionary and he justifiably frightened his people.
However, one of the signs of this “softness” is also the lack of memory. Boyko no longer remembers what he said at the time about Nenchev, who now seems perfectly suited to be a sort of Bulgarian ambassador to Ukraine. This is the same Nenchev who called himself “old fool” and he wondered why the public did not enjoy his recognition enough. These people don't even know how to brag. Seven or eight years ago, Boyko spoke rather harshly about the “dumb” whom he had installed as Minister of War - he did not even defend him when he was suspected of some kind of corruption deal. However, now he finds it completely suitable for Ukraine – maybe he will fight the corruption there, which made even the Americans squeal.
By the way, since Kirch's indolence found us – which diligently produced timelessness, our ambassadors to the world settled in their paradise, no one bothers with them, most only diligently remove the wax brushes.
Recently, on Nova TV, our ambassador to the USA, Georgi Panayotov, explained that the first two F-16 aircraft, long prepaid by Bulgaria, will be brought here in the summer or autumn of 2025. Only then, if this deadline is complied with. The other six planes, also prepaid years ago, are not being talked about at all. He must have expected the audience to throw their hats en masse in delight.
It's just that ice skating is still the preferred sport of our political pseudo-elites – these clumsy and poorly oriented “hygienists“; in the People, specifically the affair with the F-16, arouses only dislike, maybe even some self-pity, that they do not respect us for anything, they have us for nothing – and this contemptuous attitude will increase more and more. Fully deserved, because the sloppiness here has reached impossible heights.
How can Podoliak, Zelensky's man, not brazenly shout at us: “Give weapons so you don't have to give people!“
This is a straight-up threat, he is telling us that they see us as cannon fodder. But nobody deals with it. It's a hack for us: as soon as we celebrate the Shipchen epic with a few well-worn words from the political verbal jargon - and at the same time we illuminate the Bulgarian Parliament with the colors of the Ukrainian flag. We set the measly price ourselves.
Real censorship is in keeping these things quiet. And they pollute as much as the atomic bomb over Hiroshima, even more than that, because they are permanently embedded in our collective memory. And there is no force that can drive them out of there.
Next generations will never know who dropped the atomic bomb on Hiroshima – and thus abolished all limits to human barbarism. And this year, some television stations did not mention at all who was responsible for this devastating action – in return, we were shown how the mayor of Hiroshima pardons criminals. And he didn't mention at all whose Bomb it was.
„Schindler's List“ – in Kircho's crazy interpretation – engages and entertains the audience for a long time. Now it remains for her to remember that it is high time for a “List of political losers”, if it is not already too late to be announced. The fact is, however, that at least our people, who fully deserved to have a place in it, have long felt inviolable.
A significant part of the world's political elite is “Ursulized“. At the time, Valerie Trierweiler, the wife of French President Francois Hollande, called him “abnormally ordinary”. Let him see now what striking specimens are flying about today.
And in this respect, the censorship here has reached Scottish dimensions, it is completely subordinated to the cut imposed by the liberal media “designers”. Our leaders have no qualms about censoring even influential American publications, they are incomparable novices who present a totally false picture. For all the criticisms of our judicial system, even here they would not cover up the frauds and miseries of the “Biden Clan”. Only individual voices manage to break the siege – for example Borislav Tsekov in “Trud news“.
Let's go back to Kusturitsa. For many of our first people, one of his rants is completely appropriate - it just sticks to them like a birthmark. I specifically looked it up in his gorgeous memoir Death is an Unconfirmed Rumor (published by Hummingbird) to quote him exactly. I had read it ten years ago, but even now I couldn't tear myself away from it and I read it again with great pleasure, it is really gorgeous. The rant I was referring to is “trichipish“. He is coming – quote – from the “delusion that you can rub and pee at the same time and still not get pissed”. Kusturitsa is referring to people from the film business, but the word in question somehow conveniently fits some of our earlier people as well. Run lies. And forever pissed off by reckless and often indiscriminate service.
In many ways, Kusturitsa makes us think about our Bulgarian Destiny. Here is a fragment that will convince us of this, a quote: “When they succeeded, the worthy Bosnians fled their homeland, mostly for political reasons. And Bosnia remained a country without style, just like the third-rate football teams that talented players constantly leave. Not only because of the unenviable financial conditions. Mostly because of the provincialism and narrow-minded view of life that was in the hands of the lowest political fucara. The sense of beauty was sent into exile a long time ago, and by the short procedure… All this suited the midgets – an age-old but disastrous phenomenon for Bosnia”.
And us?
Don't we have enough reasons to ask ourselves whether today's Bulgaria has not become a country without style? Except in clumsy servitude…