aboutbulgaria.net

This is the story of my life journey.

People have always been curious about the inner workings of Communism, but there are very few inside accounts that are “fair and balanced”, not gloomy, and do not send goose bumps scampering up your spine. There is no lighthearted fun stuff written in English by a communist ‘native’ who has grown up and matured in the East and has lived long enough in the West to have both worlds figured out.

This is a multilayered account.

My goal is to educate the public about the ancient culture and the recent communist past of a small East European country and to regale them with the tale of my family life, fun communist cranks sprinkled with truths, and the struggles of a fuddled communist mind – mine – striving to adapt to the bountiful life in the West.

My goal is also to entertain with a riveting love story that reads like a murder mystery, what happened, and why, its causality spanning over three generations in my family, its key surprisingly found in a rare edition of a second-hand French book I bought recently on Amazon. The author had committed a murder in the last chapter, a virtual merciless murder almost half a century ago, that had stamped my life more than any Commie mischief had ever achieved. This is the story of how.

But the best part is that the story of my communist life is only a vehicle that takes the reader on a journey of self-discovery and reexamination of the rules by which this society stands. It bumps off a few common beliefs, shakes out a few myths, drives over ‘unshakable’ truths, and delights with unexpected discoveries. Its driving force springs from my indelible communist worldview, of which I have been trying to rid myself on my own opposite journey from a Komsomol girl to a happy suburban American housewife.