Torture methods, part I

Today the church bell rang twice in the morning - at 8:30 and 10. It was supposed to ring at 8. It was supposed to ring at 5 p.m. too. It was supposed to ring twice a day - at 8 in the morning and 5 in the afternoon. It was supposed to ring at exactly 8:00 and exactly 5:00. But it never was that punctual. I think they had its clock adjusted last year. Maybe it was after the time change in the spring. And then, for a short time, it would chime at the right time - exactly 8 a.m. and exactly 5 p.m. In all the years we've lived here, it's never been this punctual. But for a very short time.
And then came the next thing. The ringing of the bell when someone dies.

When someone dies, at least in the village where I grew up, first of all, it's a big event for the whole village, just like weddings, because both events happen rarely in a small settlement. And when someone dies, the bell rings. It rings in a very specific way. It rings slowly and long. It chimes 33 times.
No one can mistake this type of bell ringing. It always knows why it rings that way. And I have to tell you that waiting for this slow and long, not to say terrifying ringing, to end is difficult, agonizing.
This slow and prolonged ringing carries thousands of messages for the consciousness and subconsciousness of the people subjected to it - you are all mortal, you will all die, you don't even know when it will happen, and this is one of the most wonderful tortures you can be subjected to...

I can't wait for those 33 bells to end. They feel terribly painful. I don't even know who died. I never know. I don't know anyone in this village except my strange neighbors. And even though I don't know the deceased, that ringing of the bell is painful. I don't know if you know what I mean.

And just as the mind has calmed down a bit, returned to normal, everyday, complex thoughts, it starts again. I mean, the bell doesn't start ringing immediately after it stopped. But it rings again, with the same excruciating melody, at the most unexpected time of the day. It can ring like this at 8:30, then at 10 or 12, then at 2...

In the village where I grew up, a single 33-strike bell announces the death of a person, and that's it, nothing more. Here, in this village, which is located on the exact opposite side of the country, when a person dies, usually, until recently, the bell announced it twice - once on the day of death and once the next day.

Until the moment last year when the bell started ringing several times a day, for several consecutive days.

I was terrified. I thought then that people die every day, that they die one after the other and it is necessary for everyone to ring this bell. I was like: are there any people left in this village, so many people have died recently. So many people have not died even during the years of Covid...

Every day, on so many consecutive days, or every few days. Until one day we found out that the person in charge of the church was simply overdoing his task. And he decided, from one moment on, to ring this bell now and then, after a few hours again, and then again... in memory and out of respect for the deceased.

But without respect and thought for the living.

I have told you before that there is a conspiracy to destroy the Bulgarian people and from everything I have seen and experienced so far, I firmly believe in this theory. There are few Bulgarians left anyway, and we already have the highest mortality rate and the shortest life expectancy in Europe. And everything is being done to shorten this lifespan even further. By all means.

It's not enough to poison the water and the air, the soil and everything here where we live, but psychological methods like this are also needed. Tell me this is a coincidence, that it's not happening on purpose. In a country where everyone tries to do as little work as possible for the little money they are paid, someone decides to overdo it! And in this way.

Well, as much as this seems like a complete coincidence, it can't be.
People are dying here, lots of people are dying, all the time, you could be next, says this terrifying bell. And okay, even if I've accepted this fact, especially after the past 7 months, it's not nice to be reminded of it at every opportunity and so often and so ominously...

And oh, the bell rang twice this morning. That happens quite often too, especially on weekends when one usually wants to sleep in, doesn't it?
What is the role of a bell in a village, one might ask? If it usually rings every day at precisely the right times of the day (when it should do this, even when it doesn't), shouldn't it serve as some kind of reference point, as a clock? Yes, it should, but that's not possible here, since it's supposed to ring at 8, and it rings at 8:30, 9, or sometimes 10. And, you might ask, what is the role of the church bell in this village then? Well, its role is simply to stress and torture people, I'd say, nothing more.

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