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It’s amazing, but in 2020, the One Book (as Noisy once called it) survived. And it survived under absolutely unprecedented pressure in its diversity. It was not searches, it was not bars, bundles, guns and drawers, it was not a pandemic and a health system in ruins, it was not protests, police violence and open letters, it was not Vasil Bozhkov, it was not Barcelona and Miss Bikini, it was not Tsvetan Tsvetanov, it wasn’t external pressure, and I probably miss a lot of the things that would topple any prime minister in any normal country. But Borisov survived. However.
Does this mean unprecedented survival, as our country is led by an unshakable titan, capable of facing all kinds of challenges? Does this mean that we as a nation have nothing better to govern ourselves? And does this survival mean that Borisov is irreplaceable?
Borissov’s survival was by no means heroic, he survived like weeds and some diseases survive – they nest and there is no eradication. Borissov survived ugly: handing out money, hiding behind his own grandchildren, and avoiding the parliament and the center of Sofia. He survived not as a statesman, but as a lumberjack.
Most importantly: Borisov survived in context. And this is the context established by him and his management. Borissov survived as the leader of a nation that, as a result of its malicious influence, has been losing its ethical, moral, social and moral standards for ten years.
If there were morality, Borisov would resign. But it does not. If today, as a nation, we had a higher basic morality, we would have overthrown it and sent it into the past.
One of the biggest damage Borissov inflicted – he did so throughout his tenure, but in the last year he was especially aggressive in this field – is on our collective value system. Its repair and restoration will be much more difficult than paving a road, or throwing some pipes and calling them “interconnectors”.
Borisov amazingly reminds me of James Clavel’s Rat King King. In a perverted world, a world of prisoners of war, in which disease prevails and human dignity is in the sewers, and everywhere reeks of danger and hopelessness, the King is King. But when the war ends and normality is around the corner, the King is nothing: he is once again that simple boy from the American Bank, from whom everyone now looks the other way. And he is not a war hero, it does not matter that he was a prisoner of war.
Author: Martin Dimitrov, Public Relations Expert
Bulgaria
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