Thanks To My Parents!

The Story

I'm a normal girl, yes already a woman - I was born in the mid 80's, when there was no electricity ... the so-called Lost Generation - 20 to 30-year-olds who have now decided to change the world, soaked in Spanish and Egyptian squares. And in Bulgaria we are quite a living generation, growing up in the deprivation of the 90s, in queues for oil, in the countryside in the gardens, with home-grown fruit, on the streets, taking turns riding the only bike in the neighborhood. Oh, we were far from rich - my mother, the teacher, did not always receive her salary, my father - but he had problems with alcohol, so his salary did not seem to be included in the family budget ... a normal Bulgarian family - with his problems and with nice meals on holidays, with quarrels and forgiveness on holidays. And yes, the deprivations in the 90's were huge, I have nothing to tell you, we know that. Now many of our generation have given birth to children, settled down and want to escape the "misery". We haven't had enough of the malls, second-hand cars, the full refrigerator, the heating, the electricity, the cable, the internet - NO, WE WANT EVERYTHING. We do not want OWN APARTMENT, a house if possible, with two new cars in front. And, of course - Bulgaria, this low, dirty country can not provide them, and we already have a year of work experience ...

WE WANT EVERYTHING - CHILDREN, FAMILY, wedding with 200 guests, but also APARTMENTS, HOUSES AND CARS - if they are not as "help" (donation, gift) from our parents, we will win them in the English fields and factories, German construction sites, Spanish strawberry plantations or the bankrupt Greeks - but it will not be in stupid Bulgaria, we will be advanced, right, we will be abroad, we will post photos on our Facebook in front of palaces and fountains (never from our own cat in the ghetto), we will hear once with our children on Skype and we are happy and satisfied, advanced with the material for relatives and friends - we will soon forget about our original goal, for apartments and cars, we will decide that if we take the children, there will be social benefits and hop - we have unwittingly become the gypsies of Europe. The other is an even worse option - we will hang out while our children are watched by different grandmothers ... and the apartment - what we are interested in now, to have a good life! (but we don't notice what kind of gavros we are compared to the others in the country).

Oh, thank you PARENTS for somehow feeding us in the 90's, I was able to graduate from an elite high school and go to the West - not for money, but for science, language - to be looked at with respect by people, not as Eastern garbage, maid, k .. va. THANK YOU FOR NOT PUTTING ME IN A Ghetto to grow up with various Turks, Negroes, etc., to speak like a fool, to not be able to write and read! THANK YOU for pushing the worst years in Bulgaria to be a normal person today, not the daughter of hated Eastern European garbage - cleaners and servants and criminals, who cannot connect a sentence in the local language like people. WE COULD HAVE EMPTY THE REFRIGERATOR, the radiator was cold, but our home was warm, the school was full of awake Bulgarians and warm with laughter, not with heating (we didn't have any). My parents and I went on a trip through a Viennese ghetto and I told them - THANK YOU, THANK YOU FOR NOT GOING on time - it would have been easier for you here, but not for us - THANK YOU FOR NOT GROWING UP IN THIS Ghetto, and as a normal child in his country, with a normal school! Thanks, that you were here for me, you didn't go to the West and you didn't call me once a week on the phone, but you were here every night. Yes, this is how the gypsy pie is the most delicious, I don't need the steaks of the western supermarkets, I prefer to eat sorrel and gypsy pies, but to have studied and become a person of my own, to have a family and to have grown up in the country its that you never bought your own apartment that you chose me! THANK YOU PARENTS!

Last Updated
August 29, 2020
Author:
makavelliiii

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