Florence, Rome, Barcelona, Tunisia and Egypt.
Balzac, Hemingway, Gone with the Wind and Daniele Steele in Bulgarian.
How can it make sense to call ourselves Bulgarian, French or English when we live in this global melting pot of cultures and experiences. Everything is a mix. Music blends styles to create a new sound. We share common images across the globe. Zara watches the Simpsons in French. For New Year's Eve in Plovdiv we were treated to an episode of the League of Gentlemen in Bulgarian: "Are you local?" "Yes we are..." most Bulgarians were probably thinking. And what's so funny about that? English humour is indeed very weird! But the fact that it was being shown on national TV at prime time means that there is an audience here to appreciate it.
What's the point of having a passport? It's telling lies about who we really are. It smudges the depth of cultural connexions. It creates a psychological barrier to meeting on shared experiences.
And in 1998, Fred was supporting Brazil till the final (casse! Je suis pas le seul a retourner ma veste.) And there are more Man United supporters outside Manchester and especially in Bulgaria. Not very local, is it?
We eat foods from all over the world. National dishes are a blend of influences from far and wide. Potatoes and tomatoes came from the new world and pasta from China.
We migrate across the globe renewing blood ties that were first established a long time ago in distant lands. We are just completing cycles in the global blend of genetic mixing to create new ones that follow their own course.
Open the borders and let everybody roam the globe freely without hindrance of passports and visas. Stop breaking the flow and let it roll for each to find his own outlet.
