06 Haziran 2020, Cumartesi
saat: 22:06
"Ignorance was everywhere, lack of interest, and a strange complacency.
We traveled through Bulgaria for seven more days: from Novi Pazar to the Danube. I read Suetonius, I thought about Ovid. We were destined to fear the plague in Bulgaria. As always, things end in unpleasantness, precaution, anxiety. I could not just ignore it. When we were in Baltchik, the Bulgarians told us that the plague had appaered in the Turkish quarter. We don't have the plague, they rushed to boast of themselves. There was in this, or I imagined it, more malice against their neighbor than concern for their own skin. The plague doesn't choose Christian or Muslim. The plague sweeps through like death, I thought. My fellow travelers weren't, after all, much different than those narrow-minded Bulgarians. In their foolishness I recognized the strange confidence that the plague can't touch them."
(Muharem Bazdulj - Transit Comet Eclipse)
I want to be able to separate every thought from every other thought - pull them like threads that can be placed in a clear line. And it's not possible today. I have no eloquence.
We talk about the things happening all around us. We talk about what we can do, what we can’t do. How this world is full of such difficulties as deciding the best courses of action and what matters and how much of it is not about ourselves and how to not fall into the trap of making it out as such.
