The party goes on

This week I was compelled to survive – this is the reason for my silence. I have been attacked. Twice. By those who were supposed to protect me. I created the world's most prestigious real estate agency from Bulgaria. Art most of all. Something normal, right?

In our country whenever I do something meaningful - a situation follows, in which wherever I look around me, I see only teeth...That is what success looks like. I've always had support abroad. And always attacks in the country. From this perspective - who are my people?

I'll tell you a secret – totalitarian regime is not a state system, but mentality. The drama in this country is that it is evident that the boys and girls who now build modern Bulgaria instead of reading books, going to concerts and monitoring the pace of time in international magazines about science, art and culture were compelled to survive at the street. Thus, to the delight of parents and friends, they have become small provincial gamblers. Or they are looking for a good master. To achieve this, they keep learning languages. To have some bucks for the day. That’s the target.

The slave strives to freedom.

The free - to perfection.

Our ancestors believe in that. Me too.

Calm down – the party goes on.