Protest of the smile and positivsm

Friday will be exactly one month from the beginning of the new protests against the status quo, which from years has stacked on political, economical and informational level in our country. Status quo with which we have convened each four year, looking with certain hope towards next promising to save us, status quo, which we ourselves inflict at some point, but with which we can't live no more.

I guess that too much has been said for the protests, for the feeling to be there, to share a cause together with many other people, to want change. I'll be honest, that I don't consider myself the right one to write about those protests, about exactly that sensation, because I don't go every day, ever rarely I spent the whole time there. I don't shout, just attend and observe. I watch the people around me, listen to their conversations, I follow how their tics change, while they are howling against the building of the Council of Ministers. Sometimes I also bring the camera with me.  To capture some moment...

The comments are unnecessary - every evening many go out in the streets, blockade boulevards, beat drums, cheer, bring posters with different messages - from the standard ones to exceptionally creative, smart and funny. But the most important thing about this plurality is that it laughs. For me this is more important than the shouting, than the angry voices and all the cacophony, pointed towards the empty corridors of buildings -symbols of the Bulgarian politics. Because the laugh is positive thing, bringing hope for bright future, but most of all it's the sign of the winner.

I meet many know faces at those protests - some of them are popular names, but others are common people. My friends, ex clients of mine, colleagues, teachers and even people that are somehow antipathic to me. And still all we are there, because we want the change. And because the core of people, that is protesting, doesn't quit, but thinks about new systems for protest, for confusing the people, who irresponsibly wasted their chance of trust, preferring to hide themselves behind the thick skin of the status quo, which they've built during the last two decades. And this persistence, the will of the people not to quit, is admirable. In those smiled "Lumpeni" (idiots) I see the face of the new society, which may lead to the desired change for few generations.  Often, when I'm on the protests, I think how my father had talked, that BSP is better than GERB, to my uncle, probably to other people too. Maybe is good, that he is no longer here, because probably he'd totally lost fate, he'd talk to me how I should get out, to live abroad or something else. And here, while I'm thinking about him and how some known people are explaining, that if GERB return to power will leave the country, I'm caught by that fear for the protest, for everything. Do we know what exactly and how to be done? Because the children, who are playing in the puddles or are drawing on the pavement in front of the Presidency, don't have a clue about politics, they are just one of the faces, that this protest is peaceful, that it's with look for the future. But what is the future? Mustn't be there something more than a naked moral, than the single struggle to take down ones, and then to rise up others, who also to disappoint us? Where are those people? Maybe they are amongst the protest, amongst the young ones, that are succeeding, who are creative? In every case I think, that we need idealists, people, who won't be seduced on Smirnensky's staircase, but would took appropriate measures. Measures, which will return and the many lost hope here. And it won't matter what are those people according political belonging - red, blue, yellow, purple. For them will matter Bulgaria. People like my grandfather - after the second world war, he specialized in France, had the chance to stay there, but he returned, because he believed, that he could help his motherland. About him I'll always remember, that he was a sunny man, ready always to help, never intruding his political believes, spent his whole life in a poky house, without taking advantage of his situation in the party. Man, who believed that the people are kind spirited. In many people from the protesting ones I see the reflections I was seeing in my gradnfather. And that fills me with positivism. And still I see the need to be made a frame, which will give face to the protesters beyond the tags, with which they are covered. The frame will give much more to this overwhelming smiled positivism.

I don't want to slide on the edge of the political razor blade, I don't think it's necessary, because everyone has head on his shoulders and can decide to sell, to buy or give freely his vote. The moral is personal choice.

And for a final I'll share one of the pictures, that have imprinted on my mind till now. It was day 25th, the protest was ending and I was going with my bike home. Around 22:00. I took a turn on Evlogi and Hristo Georgievi's boulevard and I see him. Middle aged man, with dark, probably blue clothes. Holding the national flag. Around him are crossing other bikers and he is walking proudly toward the crossing, on the asphalt, lifting the flag high, like he is going to battle. One matured Gavrosh. Walking forward silently and the flag is waving from the night wind. The walk of sure winner. Of a hero