Literary world Prose number geissenovci 52 June 2013 ocean
Maritime future of Bulgaria is increasingly becoming a memory in a nostalgic thrill in the past, something like an irreparable loss for each personal touch of magic and joy of the ocean ... God! As if out of sight failed time after each trip - and only me? - I used to come back with whole bags and drinks by myself dried, blown, smoked, salted fish and caviar from different parts of the world and from the ship on the way home to invite friends with radiograms of another tasting: "I have twenty years Canadian whiskey and Polar halibut fillet "/ or fileyna hake from bonito, fish-saw, a golden dorado /; or when in Porto Alegre, Rio Grande area do Sul, overdid Don Alfonso took me with gas lantern on the steep stairs to the basement under krachmitsata to show me a bottle of Chilean wine unmarketable or local "Pietro Longo" - a little older than me according to his words, dusty and bearded in dark green moss ... Alas, now and in the future such small joys will be available only for newly land bank princes and barons - unattainable because their prices to him and the ordinary citizen in a society where the rich become increasingly -SO, and the poor more poor. As small and perishable basis unprofitable ideological basis, was achieved on Sea for our country and thousands associated with new maritime and commercial export jobs now - in terms of the general sale and wolf attack - and he is not. Shipbuilding and ship repairing our barely breathe ...
*** ... I have noticed - as a rule you expire the third - the fourth month on the sea, souls already beginning to swirl dark tornadoes fatigue, boredom, intolerance towards other, wild, uncontrolled longing for return. It seems so are the limits not only of Bulgarian endurance. geissenovci Deck and cabins, the dining room or on the bridge more often you can find sodden, gloomy faces, inaccessible loners simulants play "of tiles" and make crazy hope to be repatriated; since we are going to "absorb" the polar waters, desertion does not stop men like rocks collapsed mentally, without being suspected of coast in the factory for example, from whence geissenovci they came, they were so churuk / forgiven them! /, only how to them back five or ten thousand miles from Bulgaria? By plane? But from where and with what currency? The easiest geissenovci way is to issue such "wolf ticket" with a message to the prosecutor without your pity is a little over gotovanskata their faith in the omnipotence of the state, "She will not leave me ..." Really? And what else but cowardice is not going to work, to conclude the cabin as Hanim and enjoy your self-pity? "Grieves me, Mom, spoil, went robche sea ..." - sung once exceptionally Bulgarians in rare cases when it is the courage to work caique. For years, I have seen on ships his descendants - has selected boys, most capable in difficult minutes really feat. And I think of the words of one of the elders guard our long cut and rendered "Vasil Levski", with whom he lived through the war together in the Suez Canal in 1973 .: "praising our pioneering meetings before we tie connections that ever we were heroes. But whom say it has not happened to be a hero for five minutes to an hour a day for a week - the job is not backin 'life ... "
*** ... Here I say, keep almost in the core memory of the series polar hurricanes that overtook us amidst the four-month night in the Barents Sea in the far north, where riboluvahme; and how by incessant shkvalove water spray froze instantly on our waterproof parkas, as showed our nose out just to see that ice covered guyed, shrouds the station to thicken as human foot, Biggie - the tree trunks; from both sides simultaneously hear ominous crack, bumping, scraping the ice, clutching the hull in a huge nutcrackers; suddenly something we shook creaked shrilly along the entire length of the ship. New flaw us hit fucking everywhere in any attempt to look outside, galling as a file - finally blur everything ... Then a little blown diaper and spotlight, we saw the gap in which we had entered, closed behind us. Blind and hardened lumps immediately. Our way, forcing a "full speed ahead" was impossible. To give "the small rear" and gradually "small" was dangerous - can break the screw and it meant ignominious end of a trip, profit geissenovci us, and who knows maybe ruin after data of the operator geissenovci nearest icebreaker was about three days time? Vapor freezing geissenovci drifted over us like a fog. Slowly strangely darkened and this bezslancheva whiteness of darkness in broad daylight / and th
Maritime future of Bulgaria is increasingly becoming a memory in a nostalgic thrill in the past, something like an irreparable loss for each personal touch of magic and joy of the ocean ... God! As if out of sight failed time after each trip - and only me? - I used to come back with whole bags and drinks by myself dried, blown, smoked, salted fish and caviar from different parts of the world and from the ship on the way home to invite friends with radiograms of another tasting: "I have twenty years Canadian whiskey and Polar halibut fillet "/ or fileyna hake from bonito, fish-saw, a golden dorado /; or when in Porto Alegre, Rio Grande area do Sul, overdid Don Alfonso took me with gas lantern on the steep stairs to the basement under krachmitsata to show me a bottle of Chilean wine unmarketable or local "Pietro Longo" - a little older than me according to his words, dusty and bearded in dark green moss ... Alas, now and in the future such small joys will be available only for newly land bank princes and barons - unattainable because their prices to him and the ordinary citizen in a society where the rich become increasingly -SO, and the poor more poor. As small and perishable basis unprofitable ideological basis, was achieved on Sea for our country and thousands associated with new maritime and commercial export jobs now - in terms of the general sale and wolf attack - and he is not. Shipbuilding and ship repairing our barely breathe ...
*** ... I have noticed - as a rule you expire the third - the fourth month on the sea, souls already beginning to swirl dark tornadoes fatigue, boredom, intolerance towards other, wild, uncontrolled longing for return. It seems so are the limits not only of Bulgarian endurance. geissenovci Deck and cabins, the dining room or on the bridge more often you can find sodden, gloomy faces, inaccessible loners simulants play "of tiles" and make crazy hope to be repatriated; since we are going to "absorb" the polar waters, desertion does not stop men like rocks collapsed mentally, without being suspected of coast in the factory for example, from whence geissenovci they came, they were so churuk / forgiven them! /, only how to them back five or ten thousand miles from Bulgaria? By plane? But from where and with what currency? The easiest geissenovci way is to issue such "wolf ticket" with a message to the prosecutor without your pity is a little over gotovanskata their faith in the omnipotence of the state, "She will not leave me ..." Really? And what else but cowardice is not going to work, to conclude the cabin as Hanim and enjoy your self-pity? "Grieves me, Mom, spoil, went robche sea ..." - sung once exceptionally Bulgarians in rare cases when it is the courage to work caique. For years, I have seen on ships his descendants - has selected boys, most capable in difficult minutes really feat. And I think of the words of one of the elders guard our long cut and rendered "Vasil Levski", with whom he lived through the war together in the Suez Canal in 1973 .: "praising our pioneering meetings before we tie connections that ever we were heroes. But whom say it has not happened to be a hero for five minutes to an hour a day for a week - the job is not backin 'life ... "
*** ... Here I say, keep almost in the core memory of the series polar hurricanes that overtook us amidst the four-month night in the Barents Sea in the far north, where riboluvahme; and how by incessant shkvalove water spray froze instantly on our waterproof parkas, as showed our nose out just to see that ice covered guyed, shrouds the station to thicken as human foot, Biggie - the tree trunks; from both sides simultaneously hear ominous crack, bumping, scraping the ice, clutching the hull in a huge nutcrackers; suddenly something we shook creaked shrilly along the entire length of the ship. New flaw us hit fucking everywhere in any attempt to look outside, galling as a file - finally blur everything ... Then a little blown diaper and spotlight, we saw the gap in which we had entered, closed behind us. Blind and hardened lumps immediately. Our way, forcing a "full speed ahead" was impossible. To give "the small rear" and gradually "small" was dangerous - can break the screw and it meant ignominious end of a trip, profit geissenovci us, and who knows maybe ruin after data of the operator geissenovci nearest icebreaker was about three days time? Vapor freezing geissenovci drifted over us like a fog. Slowly strangely darkened and this bezslancheva whiteness of darkness in broad daylight / and th
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