Monday, April 11, 2022

Level Crossing Maniac

We’d been waiting at the level crossing for about ten minutes, which is an eon for a Bulgarian driver, so inevitably those queuing behind us ignored the red light, pulled out, and drove around the barrier. Just us and the silver Corsa on the other side of the tracks remained. Another five minutes passed. The Corsa driver got out of his car, checked for trains in both directions, got back in, and crossed. As soon as his wheels had left the tracks, the train rattled past. He stopped next to us and wound his window down. ‘Train’s coming’ he said.

Friday, April 8, 2022

Podobno (подобно)

This is one of those really useful survival words. The literal translation is ‘similar’ but it can also be ‘same to you’. This means that – with a certain amount of foreigner’s blur - you can use it as a response in a variety of situations. At Easter, for example, it’s common to say Hristos voskrese (Христос воскресе) which means ‘Christ is risen’. You’re meant to reply with voistina voskrese (воистина воскресе) ‘truly, he is risen’, but I feign ignorance and go with podobno instead. Watch out for serving staff saying ‘enjoy your meal’ though (I’ve made this mistake several times).

Tuesday, April 5, 2022

Renewing A UK Passport

Dealing with Bulgarian bureaucracy has conditioned me to expect a quagmire of arbitrary complications, but the process was totally straightforward. Most of it was done easily online, I had regular emails guiding me through things, and the new passport came in about two weeks. However, for those two weeks, I felt like more of an outsider here: short-tempered, cynical, and far less tolerant of everyday Bulgarian quirks. It was the subconscious knowledge that I couldn’t escape. I have no desire to leave Bulgaria but knowing that I couldn’t – even in an emergency – gave me an underlying sense of being trapped.

Giving Flowers

As well as people selling flowers on pavements, you’ll find at least one flower shop on every shopping street and in most metro stations. It’s always a joy to see stern commuters furtively carrying bunches upside down on their way home. Flowers are given on numerous occasions: to teachers at the beginning and end of the school year, to female relatives of people who have birthdays, and on ‘days’ such as Flowers Day and Ladies’ Day. To avoid bad luck, it’s crucial to give an odd number of flowers - florists won’t even sell them to you in even numbers.

On Buses

Sofia’s buses are in the process of modernising with Oyster card type scanners, but previously you had to buy a book of tickets. For each journey you stamped one in a kind of hole punch that was mounted at head height. The tickets were numbered so that if inspectors got on, they could check your stamped ticket against those left in your book to make sure it was in sequence. You would always see some tickets left on seats for others to use - these were the final tickets from books which meant that inspectors couldn’t check them for verification.

Monday, April 4, 2022

Family Meals

There must be a Bulgarian version of: ‘Your food is wonderful, but if you keep giving me more of it, I’ll end up in hospital’. You need something assertive enough to be clear, and polite enough not to cause offence. The trick is to leave enough on your plate to pick at without it appearing that you’re running low. This is more difficult than you might think as drink is also an issue. If your glass is anything other than overflowing, you need to guard it vigilantly because if you turn away for a second, it will have magically refilled.

Sunday, April 3, 2022

Not Knowing English

There are three reactions when you speak to someone who doesn’t know English. The first, and by far the most common, is embarrassment. This is sweet and says a lot about the national character but is, of course, ridiculous as it’s you who should be embarrassed. The second is to try and teach you some Bulgarian - a helpful and more assertive response. The third is to speak at you normally in Bulgarian. I must have had 50 interactions with our village in the sky’s curtain twitcher where my only contributions to the torrent of gossip are nods and smiles.