Yambol's Future - I Blame America

Yambol is changing day by day and not for the good. Most of the change is coming about from the younger generations and now from young parents who have young kids. The reason for this is quite clear. Young parents now have been exposed to western ideals and ways since the 1990's. Television and media, mainly from America has now had a big impact on this generation and it shows.

Everyday another incident examples the way of the west infiltrating into Yambol life. A trait of America is the graffiti that only a few years ago was no existent. It has slowly taken off with little signatures on walls that didn't infringe on personal or business properties, there was still the respect as to where graffiti was sprayed. Right now it is everywhere, on shop doors, apartment blocks, everywhere without any care to the privately owned drawing boards. This is disturbing news and the images graffiti clad towns create is remnant of a run down environment. With all these new building developments and investment in Yambol, the 'New Town' image is more than tainted with the graffiti defeating the object of uplifting the town.

Young children, the offspring of the younger parents are another major concern from what I see. I shops they pine for everything they see, and get it. If they don't get what they want the bawling and screaming starts until they finally get it. This is not a one off occasion but time and time again this happens. The attitude of the parents, mainly the women, remind me of what I left back in the UK. A spoilt race of children who already have lost respect for adults and real values. I have lost count of how many times these children just run around in shops, bumping into customers without any apology and the parents at this point are just focused on the shop shelves. Looking from this angle their commitment to being responsible for their own children in shops seems to be put into the shop assistant's hands as they try and limited the damage to goods they knock down with their bull in a china shop actions.

Teenagers now are learning how to use alcohol to get drunk rather than just a social aid. Only the other week Galia's son got the rough end of this with a lad who just drunk get drunk, and a fight broke out, with injuries sustained, from insults that were made through drink. This would have been unthinkable a couple of years ago but is now less of a shock in many Yambol teenage circles.

Obesity has been written about before but now seen in this true light with Bulgarian 'Billy Bunters' a common sight in Yambol, all the fast food given to them by their young mothers, which can be described as either pencil thin, full of make up and cheap copied western fashion or fat and full of fast food, either way most just don't bother cooking anymore and the pizza takeaway meal washed down with coca cola is tops.

There are other give aways to Yambol becoming a slave to American TV media and a classic example is the music scene. Rap with its the foul language and awful message is probably the most noticeable influence. The language is copied and used in everyday conversation and the black culture and fashion. Young Bulgarians in Yambol are losing their own identity as you see hooded, tat toed, chunky chain fashion all around. Even their walking is done in the same copied style with a slight lean into every other step.

All this leads me into thinking what will the future hold for Yambol as quite clearly this is here to stay. Well, for many living here they will carry on with things and move along with the change, I may have to re think is this what I came to Yambol for. This is just a fleecing thought right now and of course I can always go back to village life which will not change as quickly as it does in towns.


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A Yambol Hole

As we looked ahead to where we were walking as we made our way back home after a well-earned beer after work, danger beckoned. Galia and I stopped dead in out tracks with the site before us; even this Bulgarian woman who was basically un-shockable with the goings on in Yambol was quite amazed at what we saw.

In front of us was a gapping hole, over one metre in diameter and going down at least a metre and a half right in the middle of the pavement. Now we are used to broken paving stones, cobblestones that rise and fall and small holes in the road that are common place in Yambol, but this was different, this was a dramatic hole that had bad karma written all over it.

All we could imagine was some poor Bulgarian walking along in the pitch black of night, and it is pitch black at night in Yambol. Added to which, there were no street lamps in this particular area. So the Bulgarian would find them arse over tit down this mineshaft of a hole, which was basically was twice the size of a manhole without a cover. There was not the usual warning of a branch stuck in the hole, just a great big pit like a undisguised booby trap for unwary Bulgarians to fall in.

We paused as we stared at this sight, walked around it and just sighed. That was some hole we agreed, but like everyone else who would see it, never complains about it and it stays there for the next victim.

Galia did some thinking and she supposed that everyone in the area must know about it and it is only strangers in the area that are in danger. Therefore it's probably safe enough for the locals but protects them from strangers. Why would stranger come down to this part of town anyway, she argued? They are probably be up to no good anyway, so what comes around comes around.

The thought just came over us whether someone checks every morning to see what he or she have caught strangers in the trap from the night before. We both laughed ourselves silly with the thought of that as we walked off leaving the hole behind. It will be there tomorrow and the next day for sure.



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Bulgarian Quick Fit Fitter

Nothing particularly unusual about this morning in Yambol, the bright sunny outlook and glorious clear blue sky greeting as it did 90% of the time. What could go wrong on a day like this,? Every morning the weather set up was perfect for a good day. Today however, there was a spot of bad luck that came about as I made my normal crawl to the car at 7:30 to take Galia to work.

Looking at the tyres of the car is something that isn’t part of my normal routine, so why did I look at them this morning? I don’t know but I did and found that there was a whacking great big roof tack wedged into the tread of the front left tyre. It could have been there fore long as it wasn’t quite fully wedged in.

After surveying I tried to gently pull it out, I knew this was the wrong thing to do but then you feel pushed towards doing things like this even though you know you shouldn’t. It’s like scratching an itch you shouldn’t.

The tack got so far out and the hissing started, that was enough for me, I had to get Galia to work and just didn’t have time to do anything about it so the tack was shoved back in and the hissing stopped.

It wasn’t a good feeling driving knowing that the tyre was doing tap dancing along the roads of Yambol and the state of the roads didn’t do the tack embedded tyre any favours either. It was there and back with the stress tagging along, but we made it and I was back at the house wondering what I am going to do about it.

The tyres on the Lada were bought from a local small garage with the resident sole proprietor called Mitko, some 500 metres away. The plan was to go there and get the repair done, but it was before 8:00 so a wait was on.

The next thing I know its 3:30 in the afternoon and it was a clickety-click to the garage where Mitko was hard at work with his head deep in the confines of an engine at the back of his garage. Mitko is a tall slim character aged around 30 years he wears chunky silver earrings and slightly greased back hair. He wears a pair of well-used black shoes, which are worn with the back ends folded down so they act like slippers. These would look stupid on most people, but not on Mitko it suits his laid back style. He is a gentle talker and never gets hurried. He always has time for everyone. After explaining the problem, he stopped the work he was doing and within the space of 10 minutes he had completed the repair and charged me 7 lev. I watched every step of the repair and knew the job was done professionally every step of the way. He went on to check all the other tyres for damage and check their air pressures as well. “Any problem with the car come and see me,” were his last words as I said thanks and goodbye.

Back home, the event was reflected on. Where would you get a service like that? You just turn up unannounced, he stops the job he’s doing then gives service second to none. Then give all the tyres a spot check and top up the air pressures. Finally, on top of all that charge a local Bulgarian price for the job. This is unbelievable compared to what I was used to in the U.K; I don’t even want to think about that now.



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