Yet another post about the American Dream, this time in the Bulgarian form. Bulgaria, for those who don’t know, is Romania’s south neighbor.It’s the Bulgarian Dream because it’s a story from a Bulgarian who came to the USA to live the ‘Dream’, had some interesting experiences, became a US citizen and finally took the decision to return to her home country. Definitely a good read and good “reality-check” for those who think about emigrating. Enjoy:
http://www.novinite.com/view_news.php?id=122551
Most powerful parts:
I remember the feeling of loneliness and the deep sorrow from being uprooted from everything and everyone I knew and loved; the helplessness from not being able to understand spoken English. There is a vivid memory, however, of me sitting on a bench in a beautiful park, watching airplanes in the sky above and thinking which one of them could be going home.
Meanwhile, through all this – I worked a number of part time jobs, especially in the beginning, to make ends meet, offer my child a decent life and support my parents in Bulgaria. I was also constantly attending college classes – first to get certified as a teacher, and then as a school administrator.
In Bulgaria, a friend is everything – someone you talk to several times a day, meet several times a week, a sounding board, a drinking and entertainment buddy and a shrink.
Friendship is different in America. People do not get that close; they do not socialize or confess to each other as much and that often. There are things you never talk about even with very close friends. But Americans are always there for each other. Bulgarians tend to take care only of their own; Americans take care of everyone in times of need. I remember people collecting money, cooking, offering a hand to acquaintances and even strangers, because they were in some kind of trouble…
Guess the ones that think about how lucky the emigrants who pack their bags and leave for brighter horizons never stop to think that these people are not robots. Doesn’t really matter where are you coming from. When you’re moving to a foreign country you are trading a part of yourself for, hopefully, a better living.