Sunny Beach - code yellow

Lyubomir Nikolov - author

Copyright 2011 Lyubomir Nikolov

Lyubomir P. Nikolov lives and writes in Sofia, Bulgaria. His publications inclu de a non-fiction book on psychology, a collection of short stories in Bulgarian (2010) and in English (David's Child,2011), and various appearances in Bulgarian anthologies and magazines, both SF and mainstream. Among his literary awards ar e a second place in a national short story competition (2006), the 2008 Chudomir Award for humorous prose, and a nomination for the Helikon Bookstore Chain Awar d for his Bulgarian collection (2010).

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

Sunny Beach - code yellow

Contents Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 1 Mr.Editor, I am writing you upon the suggestion of people you know. I understand you are 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 observat ions over a territory infected with a wicked joy and irresponsible people. In one of my appointments, which was secret, but not to the level of state secre t, I faced the difficult art of observing and describing. Not as a writer, do no t misunderstand me. God save me from such babblings, exaltations 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 entertai nment. Again I fall into mysteries, because of my training to keep secrets, but I will say it clearly. My object of observation - the Bulgarian resort Sunny Bea ch is an area of three hundred hotels and the adjacent parks, suitable for all h uman and nonhuman entertainment. It is surprising, but the entertainments are en joyed with the same enthusiasm from multilingual crowds, with different religion s and life views. People who are enemies in other parts of the world and aim at each other thru optics of the snipers, have fun together and entertain themselve s while fainting, sing hymns of enemies and embrace each other as children in th e 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 conflic ts, political lies and gossips of serial writers. This euphoria has something to do with the eagerness of a person when the prognosis for his illness is not goo d. When a person has one week vacation every hour counts. But this does not conc ern you, Mr. Editor, editors live in eternity.

Mr.Editor, 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 klit.

hygiene of relaxation in the modern world" - male chic

"Sunny Beach, dude!" - psychotrop-hallucinogenic tale of the unification of soul s.

"SUNNY BEACH - new caste" - a novel about class tensions between tourists and di stressed staff in laundries, washing floors with bleach, weeping, peeling onions in the kitchen. A novel about the Lifeguards on the beach, saving others, but u nable to save themselfs. For this type of novel you will not find any material b

elow, 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 luxuriou s lifestyle of some is based on the misery of others.

I believe that the text will give birth of other ideas in you. You are a person with solid experience as is your wife. She also seemed to me a woman with exper ience. This I will explain below.

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 - ma dness, sudden uncontrolled bursts, rapid breathing, ventilating emotions and all this parade of transcendental joys are not subject to synopsis. If I knew the d irection and meaning of these bursts at thousands of tourists, I would have orga nized 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 i s trying to feel the energy coming from the manuscripts. I knew without any ridi cule that after millions of pages you've already read, you got to complete blind ness, not visual, but editorial, so reading a text, considering its size and wei ght 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 a re part of the street. You know how to cobblestone streets to enlightenment, but no longer distinguish the individual stones. This is understandable. It is unde rstandable why readers also do not use this cobblestone, 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 to be listen than to b e read. So hear me.

Here are the facts. I was appointed as a secret client in a travel company. I wa s appointed, because I look good. I'm slightly rounded, with a pleasant disposit ion and manners. I am a friend to all and I am ideal consumer. I hardly refuse. Hedonistic temptations are driving me. They enter without knocking through the o pen doors and windows of my gluttony. I was frequent guest in hotels, I loved pr olonged lunches and long nights in crowded bars. I had experience in writing. I wrote with disgust for lifestyle magazines and was had experience in gliding ove r perfect creamed photographed bodies. Greasy, bronze and perfect in its Photosh op 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 could give advice abo ut things of 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 dev iate. They appointed me immediately after the first interview in Sofia. Congratu lations 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 i n Shenzhen with employees worldwide. You must know, however, he added, this prof ession seems deceptively easy. When enjoyment becomes a profession, man relaxes. Becomes lazy and uncritical, and his senses are blocked. You'll be like the eag le among laboratory mice.

Problem to work with the Chinese is that they are smarter than you and think fas ter. As a result, you see only the tails of their thoughts and what remains in y our head are comparisons that are culturally irelevant. I smiled a bit confused. To find more about complete collection of short stories by Lyubomir Nikolov visi t: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B006CM2WR4 or author page:http://www.amazon.com/Lyubomir-Nikolov/e/B005PNQYY