No, I won’t
be objective. I’ll tell the facts the way I saw them, however I do reserve the
right to express my emotions the way I happened to feel them.
So, it’s
six o’clock and we are on one of the major streets in Sofia, an important
juncture called Orlov most. There are not many people, for the protest still
hasn’t started. However when the multitude starts moving towards the National
Assembly, blocking the street I can see we are a massive bunch of youngsters
and elder people, all gathered by the
same idea – to stop the policy of robbery of the electricity company.
Things go
well. People shout and raise posters, national flags are everywhere. We are
indeed very different, all of us. I can see some boys next to me insulting
gypsies and other minorities. I don’t want to stay close to them, for I don’t
support their point of view. The manifestation goes on, people shouting things
like “Boiko Borisov is bugger” (the prime-minister of the country), “Demission!”.
We are now
in front of the Assembly. I stay backwards, while some other people install themselves
just in front of the gendarmerie. At first all reminds calm. Then again a bunch
of idiots (and I say they are as they provoked the rage of the gendarmeries
intentionally) starts insulting the policemen and throw stones at them and at
the building. Prassss! Glass is broken!
Screams, the policemen go ahead! Run, run, run!!!
Fortunately
they stop. They won’t risk leaving the assembly unprotected only to fight one
idiot or another… Then again the prime-minister tries to escape from the back
door. Furious, the mass tries to break through and get him. Pointless… He
leaves and we are bound to go back to Orlov most.
Still
excited by the experience, the people start shouting and fighting the innocent trolleybuses
that stay still as we have blocked the street. In them, as in the cars, people
stay emotionless. At the very moment I considered them cowards, but according
to my mother later on, they were just scared and helpless, trapped in the entrails
of the vehicles. May be she had a point, however there were some of them who
expressed their support by playing the horn.
Back at
Orlov most, it seems that the protest has finished. Nothing like this…
Meanwhile,
I have managed to find a friend of mine amongst the people. It can be dangerous
to go alone on such an event – a lesson I learned perfectly well!
It is calm
now, it seems that either it is all over, or there will be some excessions. I’d
opt for the end… Nevertheless those sweet bunches of mindless cave-men have
called their gentle, intelligent friends to join the party. There are new
people now, it looks like from 1:3 ultras : ordinary people, now it was 1:5
ordinary people : ultras. Communists, Anarchists, Fascists and who knows what
other Ists have crowed to the bridge of the Eagle.
The manifestation
went down the street, direction NDK (National Palace of the Culture). The
different ists were shouting things typical for their credos – “Bulgaria for
the Bulgarians, away the Turks”, “Bulgarians are heroes” or “Demission, Boiko
is a bugger”, the national anthem is being sung, as some other revolutional
songs (that were written during the period of Turkish domination and sang
during the wars of liberation).
Bravery?!
Sorry, I can’t really see the boldness in hiding your face, while you are
reversing the containers in the middle of the street, firing their content! Nor
can I accept the destruction of the police cars and by no chance can I assimilate
the aggression towards the shops on the street that you, mindless creatures
decided to break. What were you trying to show? How frightening you are? Complicated
bunch of immature schoolboys calling themselves Ists. Do you ever understand
what you call yourselves? What you pretend you fight for? Do you, or it’s just
about conformism and excess of aggression?! Stupid, aggressive kids, destroying
without a thought, thoughtless, like a army of grasshoppers that destroys
everything just because it happened to be in front of it. No idea in your
actions…
Why did you
have to break, to fire, to reverse? Why did you have to fight the gendarmes? I understand
you are unsatisfied, but, people, THINK with those heads! They are not to be
hidden, but used!
Halas! You
went on destroying…
-
Ivane,
are you OK? – I shouted to a friend, anarchist, when I saw him after I was speared
from my friends due to the lockage of the policemen.
He just
shrugged his shoulders and approached me. Then, out of a sudden, somebody threw
a stone at a police car. It started to scream in pain. Then Ivan, like a wild panther
throwed himself against the car with a stone and finished it’s crystal eyes.
Then he went on, as if nothing had happened.
I was
petrified by what he did. If I haven’t made it clear yet, I am totally against
all this violent manners of expressing your opinion when there still are some
other options…
Nevermind,
we went on. Blocking the streets and the
public transport, we reached one of the primal streets that leads to the heart
of the city. Policemen blocked our way ahead. We tried to regress, but they had
blocked the other extreme, too. A trap.
I stayed as
far as possible from the police. However, when they saw themselves in a trap,
some of the extremely intelligent cave-people decided to storm the blockage.
Epic error.
The police answered striking without thinking everyone they were seeing. Blood
run out and covered the asphalt. I could barely hide myself in a yard at one of
the closest streets. Tranquility once again.
I went out
and met one of the people in my group. I ask him where the others were. He
tried to explain me, showing me one street and we both went that way.
A new
blockage. Our peaceful street was blocked and the police shouted us to stop.
Then they rushed towards us. I run, but I very well understood it was
pointless. There was nowhere I could hide.
Then I just
stopped. I stopped and stayed still next to the wall of a house. A police
officer looked at me, but didn’t stop. He went on after the ones who run.
Prass,
hrass, tras!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Blood! Screams!...
A women
came to me and ask me for help for she couldn’t get out of the street. I leaded
her towards the main street and we both caught a tram down the street where part
of my friends were hiding.
I saw them
waiting on the street. One of them, the one I were with at the small street was
unable to walk. His head hurted and his leg was dislocated. He told me they
were caught by the police on that street and striked mercilessly. One fascist
had saved him, protecting him.
We went
ahead. The street was ominously covered with bloodsteps. I was silent while my
friends were chatting. After that, at 21.45 I caught the buss home.
I am…
Pensative. Why did they had to destroy? Why did they had to swear at the
police? Why did the police had to strike them? They are all the same, ordinary
people. That they are on the other side of the river due to their profession
doesn’t mean they are guilty. “Come on, you really think in the gendarmerie
there are ordinary people? They have all relationship with an important people
so to be part of it. They get big salaries, so don’t take pity on them.”.
Probably they are. Still at home their wives and kids are waiting for them. They
want to eat…
I don’t
understand the aggression. I don’t see the constructive part of it. Is it an
expressionistic approach of revolution or just vandalism? Whichever it might be
for me that was useless, violent act of complicated youngsters who just need to
express their anger using the opportunity… Let we protest, let we shout against
the government or the politics, but not fight. Let us be judicious, reasonable
people, we, the Homo Sapiens creatures…
Revolution?
Of what? For what? Is it revolution or just… lacking of sense aggression?...
