My son has been in tears and I’ve got my perspective back. Both
were achieved last week by taking my family to join two others to play on the
other side of the EU in a Bulgarian orphanage. The EU, but not as we know it.
No rule of law, so precious little infrastructure capable of receiving EU
funding (let alone implementing directives!) and social security here lasts
for 3 months, after which the options are family and friend’s support, begging
or crime. The children we visited aren’t strictly orphans; these are children
abandoned by their parents due to poverty, neglect or both and handed over to State
institutional care.
Like other eastern bloc countries Bulgaria has been an independent republic for nearly 20 years since the fall of communism. But with the average monthly salary still only €200, these years have seen a huge brain drain with 800,000 choosing to emigrate rather than struggle on against corruption and pitiful pay.
The orphanage we visited was two hours outside of Sophia and situated on a beautiful hillside, this week framed by stunning autumn foliage. Inside, forty-three 3-7 year olds eat, sleep and play. None of them were disabled though several showed signs of mental retardation and a significant number had eye defects. After the first day I walked away happy to have been there, but by the end of day two I was in meltdown. My teenage daughter asked me to save my big cry and resulting red eyes until after dinner. It wasn’t the cockroaches that appeared out of the breadbasket at lunch time in our restaurant. It wasn’t the bare surroundings. It wasn’t the cries of ‘Mama’ that they insisted on calling me. It wasn’t noticing that all clothes were shared not owned. It wasn’t having to peel apart the fingers from behind my neck as it came to unlocking their embrace when our sessions were over. It was the knowledge of their future.
Their future is currently utterly bleak. Most are abandoned
but not disowned, so they can’t be adopted. The spectre of a returning parent
can be a threat to their stability, because whether they are reclaimed or
whether they go on to the next orphanage when they are 7, the same fate of begging,
crime or prostitution is the usual outcome – and at a younger age if the family
request their return. Rejected at birth they are usually rejected at school by
their peers and few make it into work.
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