Grave Questions
On Friday afternoon, Irena and I went to a funeral. It was in the huge cemetery, on the edge of VT. The funeral was for the father of Ivelina, a friend of ours. We did not know the father well, but we felt that we had to go along and support Ivelina, her husband John and her daughter, Lizzie. The experience was pretty gruesome, rather scary and disturbing, to say the least. For a start, the cemetery is vast, such a large area covered by graves and stone memorials. Bulgarian coffins are usually open, so you can see the face of the dead person. The service, all in Bulgarian, did not take very long and then we came up to the coffin and placed flowers inside, next to the corpse. Next we all walked behind the hearse to the grave. There was a big pile of earth and two beams across the grave, with the coffin on top. Then the gravediggers took away the beams and lowered the coffin with two ropes. We all walked up to the grave and threw in a lump of earth. My lump of earth made a hollow th...