/ world today news/ Gencho sat up in bed and could not understand where he was. He had dreamed something that had left him with a strange aftertaste and anxiety. He rubbed his eyes and suddenly realized that a thought had crossed his mind while he was sleeping. This was terrible and very dangerous, because thinking had long been forbidden by a decree of Parliament, and the violation of the prohibition was punishable as a crime. And he had dreamed of the word Bulgaria and in front of it a sign: “country”. He didn’t dare check the computer for what “country” meant, because anything he typed would be immediately transmitted to Big Brother’s special fake-monitoring headquarters. At the moment, due to the current regime, there was no electricity, at noon they would turn it on for an hour.
He went to the kitchen and saw that his son had left two breadcrumbs. He felt grateful to the boy for taking care of his old man and for taking out of his pennies to a working poor man for such a treat. Gencho hoped that his son would not go to the West, like all young people, at least while his father was alive. His wife remembered a year ago because they had no money to pay for her treatment at the local trading company, and another virus released for free by Big Brother swept the adults with its broom. For a long time, old people did not receive any money, because there were not enough people of working age to fill the budget with their taxes. As a matter of fact, already five years ago, the headquarters in Brussels, which managed the budget of this territory, had forbidden the allocation of sums from the treasury for social expenses. Even when Brussels announced its intention to introduce such a ban, most countries in Europe left what they once called the union, but the authorities of the Bulgarian territory, as faithful followers of Euro-NATO values, remained firmly with the so-called. Central Brussels. Like some others before with Hitler.
Gencho took a slow bite of the rusk and went back to his sleep. That word “state” did not give him peace. He had to remember what that meant. The Bulgarian territory was governed by Big Brother, all the parties were subordinated to his instructions, and if they continued to fight to gain power, it was in order to be taxed with another portion of tranches from “America for Bulgaria”. On several occasions, they all unanimously approved military bases with American missiles aimed at Russia. But when they started to launch these rockets, the several big cities on the Bulgarian territory were razed to the ground, and the surviving homeless people became refugees and invaded the European west, so the local government no longer had anyone to suck wealth from. Therefore, Big Brother took pity and allowed the military noose around the neck of the Bulgarians to be loosened.
Thinking of the Bulgarians, Gencho slowly began to restore in his memory what was never mentioned in the media here, because their foreign owners had written it out of their shows and pages. The youth had no way of remembering or knowing any facts of the past, for it had long since been eliminated from the school and college curricula, of which there were five or six left in the protectorate, comfortably subservient to the politics of Big Brother. However, Gencho had lived a long time and his memory brought out some things from its depths. So he remembered that there were times when Bulgarian history was not recognized by the West as Macedonian, when we had Cyril and Methodius and Cyrillic script created for the Slavs in Veliki Preslav. Then, at one time, the parliament renamed their holiday May 24, and instead of Day of the Slavic script it became Day of the Bulgarian alphabet, after which Macedonia appropriated the script and declared itself the Day of the Macedonian alphabet, and the Russians made themselves the Day of the Russian alphabet. And Gencho also remembered that the Ohrid archdiocese was once Bulgarian, that the Miladinov brothers collected Bulgarian songs from Macedonian, and that Yane Sandanski and Gotse Delchev were Bulgarian heroes who died for the freedom of Macedonia, which was separated from Bulgaria. Then there was a prime minister, whose name Gencho could not remember, who, under the dictates of the West, first expelled Russia from Bulgaria, then pressured the parliament, and he allowed all our history and our language to be given to Macedonia, because it was needed at all costs to become part of the ring against Russia. The parties, carried away by their dreams of power, helped him in every possible way to do it. Some minister explained 13 years ago that this was not a betrayal by removing the Bulgarian veto, but simply that the other countries in the EU had a position not identical to ours, but to that of the then North Macedonia. Demagoguery and lies were already common practice at that time. Now Pirin was annexed to its original ancestral land of Macedonia, Kardzhali was a protectorate of Turkey, because our south-eastern neighbor followed the doctrine of the Ottoman “rainbow”, the north-west went to Serbia, and in the remaining territory lived some people deeply loyal to Euro-Atlantic values, who they did not dare to call themselves Bulgarians, because Big Brother and Brussels were stalking them from everywhere. As early as 32 years ago, the Associated Press announced that the US secret services were eavesdropping on the entire world, and 13 years ago – that they were monitoring e-mails, Facebook and the entire web. The electricity for the Bulgarian territory was now bought from Turkey, from Romania, etc., after the Kozloduy NPP stopped working, and some former Bulgarian authorities, under the dictates, uprooted the plans to build “Belene”. That’s why there’s a current mode, Gencho realized. No one dreamed of hot water, because the Russian gas for thermal power plants was a memory for a long time, and the American liquefied substrate was neither enough nor could be paid for by the miserable remaining population. They set out to drill Dobrudja for shale gas, but the Romanians resisted because they were taking grain from that region.
Thinking of all this, Gencho was horrified at the very thought that he was thinking. Freedom of thought was a crime and ignorance was power. The old man went back to bed and felt that he had enjoyed thinking. He turned his head. He had to hide this even from himself so it wouldn’t leak out to anyone else.
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