Crack in the Matrix

This week I was once in the Chinese store in the neighboring town and I experienced something very strange, which felt like some kind of crack in the matrix or something that cannot be fully described, because as a personal feeling it was very strange. Of course, such things cannot be explained. And of course, they are extremely subjective, something that only you see, only you experience, something that affects only you and only you, the people around you have no idea what is happening, even if you tell them, they still won't understand, as was the case with me too and watching all this - the unaware people around, while something is happening to you, around you, because of you, it feels like a crack in the matrix. And that feeling is special. You can't tell anyone, you can't share this moment with anyone, because, like I said, no one else can see it or feel it the way you feel it.
Why the Chinese shop? I don't know, but it's the most inappropriate and unexpected place for something like this to happen, that's why it felt so clear and powerful. There was an opposition, a confrontation, a contradiction, that highlighted things in such a clear way and made them so clearly noticeable. For me.
I've mentioned this Chinese store before too. A few years ago, it was the main place where I could find clothes that I liked, that fit me, and that were reasonably priced. The prices in this city, let alone in the regional city nearby, or in the other larger cities around, are, in my opinion, insanely high for clothes. They all come from Asia, mostly from China anyway, although it would be most logical for them to come from nearby Turkey, which is famous for its quality products and clothes to this day. However, it seems that Bulgarian merchants have already given up on quality products and the market is flooded with low-quality Chinese goods, while in this Chinese store I'm talking about, you could actually still find Turkish clothes back then, years ago 😂

But anyway, there may be more to say about this Chinese shop and its owner, whom I see from time to time around town driving his BMW X4, or serving me in his shop, but that's not the point of this post. In recent years I have become a little disappointed with its pricing policy, clothing sizes and other things, in the end every person in Bulgaria, Bulgarian or foreigner, saves themselves from the bad living conditions and doing business in their own way. I rarely come here anymore, but I still check from time to time to see if I can find something interesting like a model or size. And one of the things that annoys me the most about this store is the music I have to listen to while I'm there, which is also a reflection of the local place and its entire specificity, characterized by very low culture.
I've told you before that it was very difficult for me, for a long time after we moved to live in this part of the country, to come to terms with the fact that I wouldn't be able to communicate with anyone here. I realized that after a few years of trying to communicate even with people I imagined I could communicate with. Every region in the country, outside the capital, has its own specificities, but for me this region, with these people, proved to be particularly difficult to live in, and this is again a different and very long topic to discuss. And based on the low culture, general rudeness and hostility, if not hostility, then hypocrisy of the people around, the fact that the music that is heard and listened to by people is garbage, is not surprising. Even for music that is played as a background while shopping in a store.
For a while I wondered how a Chinese person could change so much, blend so much with the local culture in a foreign country, that he would start listening to this type of music. But then I realized something else - it wasn't the Chinese, this music was most likely coming from the saleswomen in the store, who were still typical locals.
So, walking into this store this week, preparing to listen to traditional trash music, oh yes, it was even the same songs on repeat, it was some compilation album that they play every day and it's hard for me to stand, I was not prepared for what I was about to hear this time:

This is a song that I listened to a lot years ago, it was tied to my personal experiences and carries a lot of energy and emotions related to a certain period of my life. And I literally froze when that day, in the store, standing between the rows of clothes, I realized what I was listening to.
Look, this is not a song that I have ever heard anywhere, on the radio or elsewhere, outside of a targeted search on YouTube. That's why it even took me a while to realize what I was hearing, it took my brain a few seconds to hear and understand what it was hearing. Because hearing such a song in a place that I've already described to you in the above way makes things even more impossible. Not only the store itself, but also the city, as well as the people in it, the region, even the entire country if you will, make the occurrence of such, probably otherwise quite ordinary thing, seem impossible.
And that's exactly what I call a crack in the matrix, in the unpleasant matrix around me. Some impossible ray of light that doesn't really make any sense, but for a few minutes made me feel good in my amazement.
"It's just some radio", said my partner, who was with me in the store this time, he rarely visits it and therefore is not aware of the ordinary music here. He probably said to himself: "What's the big deal, it's just some song in a store." There was no way he could sympathize with me at that moment, to put himself in my position.
But it wasn't "just radio," I told you I'd never heard that song on the radio. And also, the song ended and the usual type of music started again. True, not exactly the same songs as the other time, but by no means rock or anything like that song.

The matrix cracking ended with the song ending and then everything continued as usual.

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	Soul's Detour is a project started by me years ago when I had a blog about historical and not so popular tourist destinations in Eastern Belgium, West Germany and Luxembourg. Nowadays, this blog no longer exists, but I'm still here - passionate about architecture, art and mysteries and eager to share my discoveries and point of view with you.

Personally, I am a sensitive soul with a strong sense of justice.
Traveling and photography are my greatest passions.
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No, it's not trivial. Because I still love to travel to not so famous destinations.🗺️
Of course, the current situation does not allow me to do this, but I still find a way to satisfy my hunger for knowledge, new places, beauty and art.
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