Allegory of Prudence
If you are a pensioner in Bulgaria, so many consecutive virtuous and competent governments have saved you from the brink of poverty that you have probably survived the last three decades. Today, you are a tough old man. Or woman. Around 90. Healthy, upright, with all your faculties intact, and everything you need.
It is a miracle of survival. A tempering of the body and mind. Half starvation, half blissful (or austere) encounter with asceticism (by necessity). This is the past, present, and future of the average Bulgarian pensioner. Embittered, starved, orphaned, worn out, and humiliated in the bosom and bosom of the European Union and the Atlantic’s ancient Bulgarian values.
