In memory of Milen Tsvetkov by Ann Wood
I am shuddering at this collage…These are the journalist Milen Tsvetkov and his killer Christian Nikolov… Hours ago, he crashed into the other's car at speeds over 80 kilometers per hour and killed him. He had no intention of stopping. He had not even seen a red car. He was drugged ... They never see us. They live non-stop drugged. If not with real drugs, then with the feeling that they are untouchable, that they are punishable, that their money fixes everything. This drug allows them not to see us when we click around and not to give us five bucks for our clicking. We are none, we do not exist in their world of scammers, semi-legal businesses, luxury and political affiliations. We are gone! There are only them ...
If the murdered person was not a prominent public figure, and Sullyo from Kurtovo Konare, we would not have seen the killer's face, because the police are still silent, do not confirm, do not know what to do, do not know who sits behind this killer so much. if no one speaks ... If the slain was Sullyo of Kurtovo Konare, we would not have understood how the killer would have gotten away with some senseless judicial mutilation like a suspended sentence or some public reprimand ... But now he will have to tight and answer in front of the crowd. All of them. Both the killer and his mother, who used to waste her money to the extent of being a ruthless public pest, and the police will be responsible for double-slamming the killer's jeep from cameras speeding through the city boulevards, and the courts will they have to answer why such killers get away with just one solemn swing of a judge's finger instead of spending dozens of years in pandas devotional.
Today I read that when they removed his show from Nova 1-2 years ago, Milen Tsvetkov was seriously depressed due to the danger of losing regular income. He had a daughter who was studying abroad entirely at his own expense, and also had some huge loan, the contributions of which were terribly high… At the same time, in 2017, his future killer received a jeep worth 130,000 for his prom. … A gift from mom… to drive around Sofia and hit cars and people… How far have we come, do you imagine… A good professional who has proven himself for decades to wonder how he can support his family, and yesterday's line whose mother sank in the arms of companies and no matter what the scammers, he gets a gift for his prom, which is worth as big as an apartment in Sofia.
Poor Milen Tsvetkov… This is one of the most ridiculous deaths I have ever heard of… You sit in the red with a car, you wait in the queue and you have no idea that your mom will crash into you at a terrible speed, because it's just not you see ... you don't exist for him. At the moment, there is only him and his super-luxury vehicle, at a price that can feed at least five orphanages for months ... Poor Milen and his poor relatives. To guard the Lord from such a tragedy ... But in some ugly way, I feel dumb and nasty for the murderer ... May he be imprisoned and sit in it long enough to reflect on his behavior and guilt. May some enlightenment be found for him. May he realize that outside of his expensive vehicle, there are people who click not to bother with their well-being like him, but to work and be useful to their families and society… May this murderer think of these things while his youth is behind bars. Getting rid of the bars will not make sense ...
A hideous, damn sad and shocking story that we will remember for a long time.
Short story by Ann Wood
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Written on 2020-04-20 at 14:05
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