History of Rudozem

Seven months in Tibet

I purposely titled this article, although I have never been to Tibet.

Years ago, I came to this place accidentally for a guest of my acquaintances there.

Becoming friends with the local people and deciding to live there is not really important how I got there and what I learned there.

The best way to get acquainted with local traditions is to start communicating with local grandmothers,

Life is beginning and ending with prayer, and then, as I was in the summer, the housework is over and I walked to the fields. I was fortunate to try to pick potatoes with a local babe, who rather laughed her than actually did some work . While I was learning to do a patat, get a potato panic. Women have brought me to a more diverse world, folkloric, long-forgotten ways of entertainment. World where people did not have smartphones, there were no discos and so on,

People have had sit-ups, as the pupils of literature have laughed have loved and loved one in a different way, as if the characters of Yovkov or Elin Pelin have lived before me. Nowadays, to find a man you have to have a ton of silicone and artificial eyelashes, you have to show how hard you are in the past,

There was a grandmother who took me home and gathered all my friends to see me even introduced me to my grandson and at that moment gave me the feeling of home. As she taught me the local tradition, she told me about how difficult it is to be a widow and to raise up your own children, and that which sustained it was the strong and faithfulness of God,

I have not seen more honest people in my life than the Smolyans, they do not bother anyone with their problems when they have trouble sitting down and singing so they call the reading of prayers, Something like psychotherapy in a modern language,

One of the women showed me even pictures of her acquaintances Bulgarians, who also visited tourists crazy heads like me, despite the wounds of the renaissance process she liked people was a crazy head and behaved youthful than I even did not go with a headscarf and read the Koran had the spirit of a young woman,

There was a woman I do not remember the name I already met her only once but she was the local healer when people have a problem turning to her. She helped people with their prayers and good words She walked all in black slightly startling, but when you entered them, he was normal and peaceful.

But while I was sitting there without much access to the Internet, I watched local people live and how they all loved each other in some way. I came from another world from Sofia, where it is normal to have a boyfriend, to live on a family life , the traditions are still alive at this place, where the most romantic is to look at a man if you want something more to get married, and where a patat is still being done and is being done at 5 am for prayer.

This is another world for which I have no words to describe it, a world of another time.

In this world of rigor, I met Finche, who did not fit in this world and behaved somewhat fashionably, did not understand it at first because she was crying and raging, then I found it and found a tumor in the brain but my mother did not give up and people were found to help, now she is good and lives in Germany.

For me, it was just like Tibet, because to find one of these grandmothers I had to climb up hills and hills and they taught me to humanity to accept a guest, feed him and send him no matter where he is. through your own catharsis, the lessons that give these babies are invaluable, and they are simple to love sincerely and deeply, and if you are a friend of yours forever,