[size=55:3prckbzf]Sofia echo 30 July 2010
Leaving Bulgaria
We had been considering leaving Bulgaria for a while. The world crisis had hit badly, and the general rip off attitude, the mismanagement of the country, its social and employment problems, were beginning to bite. My wife was tired of being offered short-term contracts which expired for no logical reason, apart from the employer wanting to take on cheaper non-professional workers – surely a route to disaster.
Also like many others in the media and other industries, even state ones, she was only receiving sporadic payments of salary. How can one live normally if pay is not received for months on end?
The health service has become a trading arena for businessmen/doctors and surgeons who, although employed by the state, are with increasing audacity charging outrageous sums for their services. The price of drugs has become horrendous. Necessary medicines can hardly be afforded by those in work, never mind pensioners and the long-term sick.
On top of this, we have a seven-year-old daughter to educate, and my observations of an unstructured system, where the teachers, who need to come into the 21st century, still send seven-year-old children to bed in the afternoon, and make them spend most of their time colouring and playing, is not going to benefit my daughter in a competitive world.
The cost of living was another deciding factor. The price of food, clothing, fuel, public utilities and other essentials was fast approaching Western European prices, where salaries are at least four times a decent Bulgarian salary – which most working people, and the growing army of those out of work, don’t earn anyway.
So the decision was made. We would travel through Europe with car and caravan, take in the sites and cultures along the way, and re-make our life in Britain, my native country. After four great weeks on the road, we arrived in Norfolk, our intended future home. So how did we find things here? We had been warned that times were also hard here, but that the state would care for us if we were in real difficulties.
The first thing that struck us was the general tidiness of the country. Good infrastructure gives a more settled permanent atmosphere. The second thing was the politeness of people at every level. Not the face pulling, unwilling workers of the post office or municipality, not the take- it-or-leave-it shrug of the sales assistants, not the I’m only serving you because I’ve got to attitude in the hotels, but true pleasant reaction and interest in their work. Many of these type of workers aren’t highly paid, but do their work with willingness and grace.
Unlike the stories we read in the press there is no ‘Big Brother’ breathing down your neck, but the attitude that rules should be kept for the benefit of all. No pushing in at every opportunity, and, in the main, calm sensible driving habits.
Our daughter was welcomed into the school, where they quickly set about correcting her deficiencies. She could speak good English, but only having been half taught to read and write in Bulgarian / Cyrillic, she was some way behind her contemporaries, but with kind, expert help she is now quickly catching up. She loves her school, and the challenge of learning, food for an active brain.
Of course we haven’t deserted Bulgaria completely, how could we? My wife is Bulgarian, my daughter half-Bulgarian, and after 12 years, I’m a bit Bulgarian too. My wife’s mother, who incidentally we have to send money to, or she would starve, and have nothing for necessary medicines, is still in Sofia.
Will we come back to live in Bulgaria? Unless we detect a sea change in attitude and mentality, I think not, unless the miracle happens, and we see a competent government addressing the real problems of the working people, the old and the sick. Pity Bulgaria, you have such wasted potential.