Sonnenstrand code gelb [English Edition] Sunny Beach - Code Yellow

Lyubomir Nikolov

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All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance of real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Sunny Beach - Code Yellow

Lyubomir Nikolov

Contents: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 About the author:

Chapter 1

Mr. Publisher, I am writing you at the suggestion of mutual friend. I understand you are a busy person, raising eyebrows only at the beginning of letters to you. Every profession has its peculiarities. I am writing to you to share my observations over a territory inhabited with wicked joy and irresponsible people. In one of my occupations, which was secret, but not to the level of State Secret, I faced the difficult art of observation and reporting. Not as a writer, do not misunderstand me. God save me from such babblings, exaltation of subjectivity and alcoholic delusions. No, what I describe here is accurate and reflects the actual experiences of a group of people in one place for recreation and entertainment. Again I fall into a conspiracy, because of my training to keep secrets, but I will explain. My object of observation - the Bulgarian resort Sunny Beach is a small area packed with three hundred hotels and the adjacent parks - suitable for all human and nonhuman entertainment. It is surprising, but offered entertainments there are enjoyed with the constant enthusiasm from multilingual crowds, with different religions and political views. People who are enemies in other parts of the world and aim at each other thru optics of sophisticated weapons, here have fun and entertain

themselves together, singing hymns of enemies and embracing each other as children in kindergarten. This place is special and has a contagious spirit. The euphoria had nothing to do with CNN documentaries, it is the opposite of military conflicts, political lies and gossips of serial writers. This euphoria has something to do with the eagerness of a person when the prognosis of his illness is not good. When a person has one week vacation every hour counts. But this does not concerns you, Mr. Publisher, Publishers live in eternity. Mr. Publisher, you will find that observations accumulated in this text can be used as a material for several books: "Sunny Beach Survival Guide" - a tourist guide. "All Inclusive, Sunny Beach Hygiene of Relaxation in the Modern World" - chicklit. "Sunny Beach, Dude!" - psycho-hallucinogenic tale of the unification of souls. "SUNNY BEACH The New Caste" - a novel about class tensions between tourists and distressed staff in laundries, washing floors with bleach, weeping, peeling onions in the kitchen. A novel about the Lifeguards on the beach, saving others, but unable to save themselves. For this type of novel you will not find any material below, because my observations has been on different subject. On the other hand, this material is in my head. A man there must be blind not to see that luxurious lifestyle of some is based on the misery of others. I believe that the text will inspire other ideas in you. You are a person of experience, same as is your wife. She also seemed to me a woman with experience. This I will explain later. I cannot send you a short synopsis. Instead, I send you a long letter. You will see that it is necessary. As you will see from the observations and reports - madness, sudden uncontrolled bursts, rapid breathing, ventilating emotions and all this parade of transcendental joys are not subject to synopsis. If I knew the direction and meaning of these bursts at thousands of tourists, I would have organized the facts so as to lead to an inference , but I do not know. I leave it to you and your professional wisdom. I know that you place over the manuscripts a biometric pendulum, as though looking over the map for water. I know your hand is trying to feel the energy coming from the manuscripts. I knew without any ridicule that after millions of pages you've already read, you got to complete blindness, not visual, but the common Publishers blindness, so reading a text, considering its size and weight and cutting corners it feels in your hands as a stone - one of millions who have passed. These granite pieces for you no longer have a single value - they are part of the street. You know how to pave streets to enlightenment, but no longer distinguish the individual stones. This is understandable. It is understandable why readers also do not use this pavement, but the asphalt of mass culture there the brain cells are at rest, close to nirvana.

My letter, by the way is like an audiobook - it is better listen than to be read. So hear me. Here are the facts. I was appointed as a secret client in a travel company. I was appointed, because I look like a retired yuppie. I'm slightly rounded, with a pleasant disposition and manners. I am friend with all and I am ideal consumer. I hardly refuse. Hedonistic temptations drive me. They enter without knocking through the open doors of my gluttony. I was a frequent guest in hotels, I loved prolonged lunches and long nights in crowded bars. I also had experience in writing. I pitched, researched and wrote features and profiles for monthly fashion and lifestyle magazines and had a really good experience in contemplating perfect Photoshop bodies. Greasy, bronze and perfect in their Photoshop beauty. I was doing interviews, whose wisdom was no more than a monologue of an inflatable doll. I could compare bottoms. I could predict which of the stars in a pair is the adulterer and what will be the alimony. I practiced the art of giving advice for matters in which I have no idea. The logic in my writings was that I write for morons who have recently learned to read. This gives freedom. But let's not deviate from the main topic. The company appointed me immediately after the first interview in Sofia. Congratulations Mr. Kolev. You're perfect for the job, welcome to the "Blue Wings" shook my hand, Dr. Tony Jong , Regional Manager of China's mother company, situated in Shenzhen with employees worldwide. You must know, however, he added, this profession seems deceptively easy. When enjoyment becomes profession the employees tend to relax. They become lazy and uncritical, and their senses block. In your case you should be vigilant. You'll be like eagle among laboratory mice. Problem to work with the Chinese is that they are smarter than you and think faster. As a result, you see only the tails of their thoughts and what remains in your head are comparisons that are culturally irrelevant. I smiled a bit confused.

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