It’s raining

It’s raining and cold the whole day today, and we don’t like it. In the morning we needed a screening room for a presentation about composting, so we turned an old barn in the back of the garden into an improvised cinema/lecture hall. Never mind that the spiders whose barn this was so far would include us in their webs. The topic of composting was more than appropriate for the place, and local people came to listen and share their experiences. The word „compost“ is apparently derived from the Latin „componere“, like the word „compose/r“. Coincidentally, we learned from a book that Roman brought from Pilsen about the history of the cyrilic, that Cyril composed the script partially from an old syllabic alphabet of Pliska, used in north-east Bulgaria, and also from some Greek letters. He as well added 14 letters for specifically Slavic sounds such as [zh] [sh] [ch] [tz] [dzh] [ue] [ua] [yu] [ya] etc. For lunch, we invaded the only local pub which is proudly equipped with 3 tables. So far, the pub owner has been facing some tough issues around its suddent popularity. Today, we were trying to help him solve the challenge of too few forks for too many people.
We spent the rest of the day inside, by the fire in the stove. We also had to chase a small rat from its favourite hang-out place in the food-storage room. In the morning, the rat jumped on Pepa, he got startled, poor thing, and swore, thus waking up the whole house. The rat won the chase, and took refuge in a hole under the staircase. Well, it’s right next to the storage room, so it knew what it was doing, apparently.
Diana read us the spiritual interpretation of the cyrilic by the philosopher Bejnsa Duno (Петър Дънов, another name that cannot be transcribed into latinic). He created the paneurytmia philosophy and started the White Brotherhood movement (Byalo bratstvo). We also discussed why the Bulgarians shake their head to say yes, when every other nation does the exact opposite—nodding. Someone said that once the world goes crazy, only the Bulgarians will look like they know what’s going on.
Now we will have a Bulgarian dinner made with our Macedonian ingrediences (and the still surviving Hungarian mayonnaise), and in the evening we want to have a screening of an old Yugo-Macedonian movie called „Yad“ (Sadness). It is about the Bogomils and takes place in Ohrid.