И въпреки че нямах физическата възможност да се появявам по време на самия обмен, бях опитал преди това да свърша достатъчно работа, за да се чувстват нашите нискоземни братя и сестри добре у нас. Като прибавим и труда на другите деца от Дружеството, получаваме 20 доволни нидерландски младежи.
Ето какво пише в писмо до цялата българска група един от тях - всеобщият любимец и безспорно колоритен танцьор на салса и български народни танци Мастър Бенджамин. (Разбира се, напълно запазен и автентичен бенджаминовски правопис.)
I’m sitting here again in my office, listening Salif Keita instead of beginning to finish 2 papers for school, and today already had 2 classes. But I cannot say I'm there yet, concentrating on the sh*t they're saying in the classroom. I'm still in shock of a devastatingly enjoyable week at the birthplace of a few but great Bulgari-u-natzi.
We've arrived quite well yesterday. The trip was tranqiu, had 2 hours of delay, but besides everyone being tired of the week, were also like sunk in a bath of melancholy. We didn't actually know what to say to each other; 'it was a great week'? 'We had a great time'? 'See you next week?' 'Till later?' At least to me these words couldn't get me out of my shock-moment. But maybe such an empty tranquillity is not bad at all for the moment and let you take the time to over think certain experiences.
The beautiful writer Robert Kaplan wrote one time:
So we moved into a really cosy, hostel in the middle of the centre, and got an improvised tour in the city before the first dinner, by this guy Master Martin who I afterwards only could picture as a modern Asan warrior, a titan who consumed as much as possible experience, knowledge and opportunities, motivated by a lovely carrying mother, together in a humble apartment, but looking over a ingenious anarchic city, backed with powerful mountains, now and than polished by a beautiful rainbow.
Personally, I find this Dutch (and Western) society quite frightened because of its perfect organisation and its enormous welfare, the more because I know other parts of the world have to do with less, and on the extreme gained this welfare (partly) at the expense of the periphery of the west. Nevertheless, I like so much being in kind of slummy cities. From my childhood in
We all knew each other from
The trip to and from Veliko Turnovo gave me a good opportunity to experience the landside as well. Beautiful mountains, a stop at a roma-gathering of houses to eat a meatball-bread, take a leek, and after walking behind the house with its cheep cage and haystack I was left with a strong longing to just keep on walking into the snowy mountains and never come back. The residence where we stayed was so beautiful, and than again it felt that
The nightlife was great! I think that we got to enjoy the whole spectrum of parties. I had to be taken to a salsa-bar, that’s for sure. And I got urged very strongly to come along by the ever confident Vany and always smiling Niki. Crazy, just what a crazy band, peoples and night. Or the exclusive chauga-club, oh my God, what a place, and also a very strong representation of Bulgary. Que loca chica’s y que brabo toros!! To take a look in Studentskigrad, or in the typical Bulgarian cuisine and dance tavern, or just to sit the night out in a 24-7 cellar, it all let me experience a great
Benjamin Visser a.k.a Bèndjo