Seeing over the fence

While wandering around Blagoevgrad, you realize how the land of Bulgaria is nothing about flat. Small, tortuous cobblestone roads are like undeveloped Italian streets. One is for sure – in Italy you will never see so many deceased people on the streets. Like literally, dozens of posters showing faces, which described by incomprehensible phrases in Cyrillic. Sharply I looked around my shoulder, whether one of those persons isn’t right behind me – who knows, maybe posters are showing criminals’ list. Later on I was informed that those are traditional obituaries for Bulgarians. Dear, Bulgarians, forgive me for opacity!
After discovery I caught a taxi to reach Blagoevgrad Zoo up the hill. As for a student from Eastern Europe, nothing feels better like sense of being a newly rich in the town. The feeling skyrocketed when I paid about one dollar for my drive to the Zoo. As an extra for the dollar I got a taxi of undetectable brand, which looked like granddad of soviets Moskvich. As the road went uphill, I had a feeling there will be a moment for me to work on those biceps and push the car. Fortunately my doubts were redundant and after some sharp bends I was in front of the Zoo.
As I walked in, there was nothing but a heavy sigh. It was a giddy heat that stunned me. Like a thick cloud it covered me and burned my skin. Because of the dry air it was hard to dip of inhalations. Unfortunately animals had the same reaction to the heat. I felt excitement of idea to see the lion, but right in that moment there was just compassion as poor lion was swallowing dry air. There was no cage necessary – the animal king could barely sleek ragged feather. It was Savannah in Bulgarian style – savage and chaotic.
By thinking about animal’s rights and dealing with swelter, I appeared next to the fence, which disported zoo from so called gypsy area of the town and let me see the two sides of Bulgaria. Shabby houses with different kind of garbage around them were next to each other like tents in music festivals. A movement attracted my sight as I saw a gypsy man carrying pig outside the wooden hut. Bizarre moment dragged my thought away from heat. I realized that the funeral of pig would be too much for me, so I left the Zoo, trying to refresh myself in lower atmospheric pressure down the hill.