SUNNY BEACH - CODE YELLOW

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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 an inference, 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 editorial, so reading 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.

My letter, by the way is like an audiobook - it is better to be listen than to be read. So hear me.

Here are the facts. I was appointed as a secret client in a travel company. I was appointed, because I look good. I'm slightly rounded, with a pleasant disposition and manners. I am a friend to all and I am ideal consumer. I hardly refuse. Hedonistic temptations are driving me. They enter without knocking through the open doors and windows of my gluttony. I was frequent guest in hotels, I loved prolonged lunches and long nights in crowded bars. I had experience in writing. I wrote with disgust for lifestyle magazines and was had experience in glidingoverperfect creamed photographed bodies. Greasy, bronze and perfect in its Photoshop beauty. I was doing interviews, whose wisdom was no more than a monologue of an inflatable doll. I could compare bottoms. I could predict which of the stars in a pair is the adulterer and what will be the alimony. I could give advice about things of which I have no idea. The logic in my writings was that I write for morons who have recently learned to read. This gives freedom. But let's not deviate. They appointed me immediately after the first interview in Sofia. Congratulations Mr. Kolev. You're perfect for the job, welcome to the "Blue Wings" shook my hand, Dr. Tony Jong , Regional Manager of China's mother company, situated in Shenzhen withemployees worldwide. You must know, however, he added, this profession seems deceptively easy. When enjoyment becomes a profession, man relaxes. Becomes lazy and uncritical, and his senses are blocked. You'll be like the eagle among laboratory mice.

Problem to work with the Chinese is that they are smarter than you and think faster. As a result, you see only the tails of their thoughts and what remains in your head are comparisons that are culturally irelevant. I smiled a bit confused.