Sunny Beach - code yellow

Mr. Publisher, I am writing you upon the suggestion of people you know. I understand you are busy person, raising eyebrows only at the beginning of letters to you. Every profession has its peculiarities. I am writing to you to share my observations over a territory infected with a wicked joy and irresponsible people.

In one of my appointments, which was secret, but not to the level of state secret, I faced the difficult art of observing and describing. Not as a writer, do not misunderstand me. God save me from such babblings, exaltations of subjectivity and alcoholic delusions. No, what I describe here is accurate and reflects the actual experiences of a group of people in one place for recreation and entertainment. Again I fall into mysteries, because of my training to keep secrets, but I will say it clearly. My object of observation - the Bulgarian resort Sunny Beach is an area of three hundred hotels and the adjacent parks, suitable for all human and nonhuman entertainment. It is surprising, but the entertainments are enjoyed with the same enthusiasm from multilingual crowds, with different religions and life views. People who are enemies in other parts of the world and aim at each other thru optics of the snipers, have fun together and entertain themselveswhile fainting, sing hymns of enemies and embrace each other as children in the kindergarten. This place is special and has a contagious spirit. The euphoria had nothing to do with CNN documentaries, it is the opposite of military conflicts, political lies and gossips of serial writers. This euphoria has something to do with the eagerness of a person when the prognosis for his illness is not good. When a person has one week vacation every hour counts. But this does not concern you, Mr. Publisher, publishers live in eternity.

Mr. Publisher, you will find that observations accumulated in this text can be used as a material for several books:

"Sunny Beach – survival guide" - a tourist guide.

"All Inclusive, Sunny Beach – hygiene of relaxation in the modern world" - male chicklit.

"Sunny Beach, dude!" - psychotrop-hallucinogenic tale of the unification of souls.

"SUNNY BEACH - new caste" - a novel about class tensions between tourists and distressed staff in laundries, washing floors with bleach, weeping, peeling onions in the kitchen or Lifeguards on the beach, unable to save himself. For this novel will not find any material below, because my observation has been on different  subject. On the other hand, this material is in my head. A man there must be blind not to see that luxurious lifestyle of some is based on the misery of others.

I believe that the text will give birth of other ideas in you.  You are a person with solid experience as is your wife. She also seemed to me a woman with experience. This I will explain below.

I cannot send you a short synopsis. Instead, I send you a long letter. You will see that it is necessary. As you will see from the observations and reports - madness, sudden uncontrolled bursts, rapid breathing, ventilating emotions and all this parade of transcendental joys are not subject to synopsis. If I knew the direction and meaning of these bursts at thousands of tourists, I would have organized the facts so as to lead to a lesson, but I do not know. I leave it to you and your professional wisdom. I know that you place over the manuscripts a biometric pendulum, as though looking over the map for water. I know your hand is trying to feel the energy coming from the manuscripts. I knew without any ridicule that after millions of pages you've already read, you got to complete blindness, not visual, but Publisherial, so watching a text, considering its size and weight and cutting corners it feels in your hands as a stone - one of millions who have passed. These granite pieces for you no longer have a single value - they are part of the street. You know how to cobblestone streets to enlightenment, but no longer distinguish the individual stones. This is understandable. It is understandable why readers also do not use this cobblestone, but the asphalt of mass culture – there the brain cells are at rest, close to nirvana.