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Today hundreds of people gathered in front of the Hagia Sophia to send the Bulgarian Hugh Hefner on his last earthly journey..
“At the end of the week, the European Day of Languages coincides with World Contraception Day. My word is that you can do many things through languages, but you cannot get pregnant.
I’d like to talk about the language we’ve been immersing ourselves in lately and it’s still pregnant, or at least overwhelming. She became pregnant in a “dark womb” with the “age-old malice of a slave.” And it is not just about political language, which traditionally – from Botev – bequeaths us to “love and hate with force.”
There is so much hatred in our daily words, especially on social media, that it is truly amazing how we live. We don’t even say daily, for example, “I don’t eat asparagus” or “I don’t like asparagus”, but rather, “I hate asparagus!” It is not enough that they do not eat asparagus, you have to hate them!
Touching! These are the last words of Hristo Sirakov on Facebook
I don’t need to give you examples: go to social media, turn on your televisions or radios. A friend told me about a Transko grandmother who cursed him so badly that her dog’s hair fell out.
Probably this magical power of our hateful words has remained with us during centuries of foreign rule, when we were refused to bear arms and that is why we have turned our words and thoughts into killers. Of course, this is the easy explanation. On other occasions I have reminded you that the Turkish yoke has long since become a Bulgarian ego, with which we justify all our mistakes.
You didn’t plastered your house because, did you? 500 years of Turkish slavery! Or, as the inexorable Hristo Sirakov used to say: “Before changing gender, fix your fence.”
In fact, I’m looking for words on the farewell to Hristo Sirakov, whom we sent at the end of the week. (Hopefully not in the Muslim paradise, because the end of that story with the virgins!). Words about yellow media and yellow people who even used their death to splash their little yellow souls. I do not have any!
But I am searching for the words for this incredible man, whose entire life was truly dedicated to love, beauty and friendship. And somehow, by the way, he managed to be a highly successful businessman, a loving son and father, and truly loyal to himself and his friends.
I think the secret is in the words and the thoughts. In the decades that I’ve known him, I haven’t heard him utter a single hateful phrase!
A relative of Hristo Sirakov told about the businessman’s nightmare fight with K-19
Don’t leave the wrong impression, we are not talking about Mother Teresa, but about a man who condescendingly accepted her public nickname “One Hundred Models.” Indulgent, because the women in his life and in his bed were certainly at least ten times more than a hundred! And these are not the traditional and hypocritical good words we say about people who have left us.
The crowd firing him is eloquent enough, but the people he managed to touch in an unimaginable way are hundreds of times more. He was not a famous writer, nor was he a sought after singer (despite our often crazy attempts to sing Italian and French songs), nor was he a favorite actor or inspirational speaker.
He was just a contagious bohemian who was drawn primarily to his kindness. Goodness, you adulterers, proves to be an extraordinary force!
And there are many dimensions: from the goodness of Gandhi, who liberated and led almost an entire continent, through the goodness of John Lennon, who inspired millions, to the goodness of the everyday, insignificant gesture of attention to others that was the another face of Christ.
Over the years, I have read and seen all kinds of vulgar explanations about his extraordinary success among the most beautiful humanity. With the news of his death, the complex ignited even more. And all the “explanations” are the same as the apology with Turkish slavery. He was rich, so he was attacked by women.
Much richer than Hristo representatives of the so-called. There is a highlife whose companions in life seek that if they are beaten in the middle of the field, the crows not only do not steal, but also return the grains of last year’s harvest. Believe me, money did not attract as much men as women around it.
Hard as it may be to believe, her greatest charisma was kindness and selfless carpe diem, capturing the moment when each of her chosen ones, despite their fame as Don Juan, felt like the first and only woman in the world.
Every friend was a best friend. Each partner, the only and most important. Like that transplantologist who claimed that he could find something beautiful and useful in every man, so Hristo managed to make each woman feel like the only giver of happiness in her life.
Even in the most incredible situations, she managed to leave with honor and a smile, despite our common understanding that if a lady left the situation with honor, obviously the situation was awkward …
One of those funny stories happened when, suddenly, in their famous villa in the Stork’s Nest, two extremely beautiful and famous young women found themselves uninvited. Without unnecessary verbal skirmishes, the women fought so hard that even if Bruce Lee were alive, he would have something to learn from them.
Rigid with my good-hearted soul, I was absolutely incapable of not only doing anything, but also making up any acceptable lies to cover up the confusion. I don’t know how, but Hristo managed to tear them apart first, then talk to each of them in private, alternating them so the other wouldn’t be left alone long enough to set them on fire again.
At the end of the scene, one left, still convinced that Hristo was “his man”, and the other went to wash his broken nose, convinced of the exact same thing. Hristo (only the two of them left) allowed himself to relax.
He was sitting in the middle of the room with two stalks of freshly plucked extensions in his hands, he looked at me a bit confused and asked, “Now what should I drink ?!” He wanted to say something about the heart, because lately he had been playing tricks on him and he was often out of rhythm.
“Drink champagne,” I said, “you are 62 years old, and instead of dragging mats through the hospital corridors, only two women of those that other men only see on the covers of magazines have fought for you! Drink champagne, idiots! “
I can tell many more funny stories; they will be enough for some newspapers, but something else seems more important to me: What are good people most afraid of?
Of your kindness, of course! They decide that it weakens them. That’s why Hristo tried to hide it behind the mask of self-irony and violently stupid macho laughter, but as true gentlemen, he couldn’t inadvertently offend anyone.
That is why in his public appearances – interviews, shows, live performances – he successfully maintained this windy image of a man whose life passes like a wedding, without even knowing who the newlyweds are. If he wasn’t joking with himself, he was joking about the eternal war over the toilet bowl lid, as if sex was the most important thing in the world …
And I started this text with a giggle about tongues and contraception, twisting it like a kilifar, only to not acknowledge the goodness of my own intentions. We live in a time of evil. And at that time people like Hristo Sirakov will be especially missing.
Not just the yellow media, which he generously loaded with gossip and annoying photos. You will miss good people and good thoughts in everyday life.
Surely many women who know him only because of his public image will be annoyed by my words, but believe me, dear ladies, I cannot meet all your girlfriends, I have not lived that long, but of those dozens that I know, I do not know. none who felt “seduced and abandoned.”
Probably even more men will bother with this text, looking for easy explanations of its “charm”.
There is no point arguing with people whose image of Christ was obtained only by the yellow means. If there was a simple explanation for his success among women, wouldn’t they want most men to be like him? How much do you know as Christ?
Probably in the context of the trembling state, these words will be defined by some as inappropriate, others as frivolous, others – even stupid. OK. Kindness always seems a little silly. And inappropriate. But the hope remains that it will continue to exist. And Horace believed it, writing Non omnis moriar. I will not die at all. “
Posted by Luben Dilov on Friday, Sep 25, 2020
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