Translated by: Igor Isakovski and the author
My generation doesn’t care about history.
On Sofia streets they forgot
The dead body of Gjorče Petrov.
My generation prefers geography.
On the map of the world they discovered
Manitoba, Perth, and Wisconsin.
On the unplanted fields of their fathers
my peers destroyed the locust
writing scornful haiku verses
on private female parts.
My generation was more in
the statistics rather than
Don’t be cross with me daddy, I too lost myself
I watched the news too much.
I had to stay informed
so that each morning I know
in which country I wake up.