When I checked into my rented apartment on
arriving in the country, my agent – an old lady probably in her fifties -
helped me to settle down and showed the place around. At one instance, I had
some difficulty understanding the strange locking system on the outer door of
my apartment, which she was trying to explain. After a few unsuccessful
attempts at teaching me how to lock & unlock the door, she politely said
that if I found I could not understand the lock, I could leave the door open
while going to office - no one would take anything! I looked at her in total
disbelief, but over the next few weeks realized she had really meant it.
Outside the President's Residence - the guards have gone home! |
My office, at that time, was located right
in the front of the President’s Residence, in the heart of the capital city Sofia . The majestic building stood there almost
discreetly, watching life go by. There would only be one security guard at the
gate who stood on duty for the entire building. He too would leave at 6:00 PM in the evening and after that, there would
be no one! The National Assembly, which stood a stone’s throw away, looked
similarly commonplace. You could easily walk up the stairs or take photographs,
with no one even casting a glance at what you were doing. No rifle wielding commandos,
no cars flashing their red beacons, no VIP cavalcades bringing traffic to a
halt. It was clear to me that Bulgarians had no enemies, nothing to fear. Having
come out of the Iron Curtain, the country had at that time one of the highest
growth rates in Europe and was looking forward optimistically to joining the
European Union.
In fact, the only time I saw any security
presence in the country was when the then U.S. President George Bush visited Sofia . For his visit, some of the principal
roads in the city were cordoned off, traffic was diverted and there were
policemen all around. The night before Mr. Bush was due to arrive, as I walked
home late from office, a policeman stopped me and asked for my identity. After
showing him my papers and answering a few questions, I proceeded home. Clearly,
Mr. Bush had enemies, though the Bulgarians didn’t.
Last week, a powerful bomb ripped across the coastal city of Burgas in
Eastern Bulgaria , killing 5 Israeli tourists and injuring
many others. The tragic attack has shattered the peace and harmony of this beautiful
country. If the attack changes this permanently, it would be a sad day indeed.
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