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Bulgaria's Abandoned Children.

Just finished watching this documentary. Reduced me to a pile of tears and a bundle of hatred for the soulless 'social workers'. I don't think I will ever understand how humans can be so callous. How could you see a child in pain, in complete need of care, of love and yet treat him/her as cattle, and walk away after manhandling them.

It is not the lack of stimulation. It is the lack of love that has left the children in this state of despair.

Didi still has so much hope to one day see her mom and love for someone who abandoned and condemned her to a life of misery. She says she's happy but always, the lingering shot shows that sadness in her eyes. She knows, her mom isn't coming back for her. But if one day her mom came, she would jump straight back into her arms. That's the problem with hope isn't it, that's the problem with humans. We want what hurts us. Hope is what kills us in the end. 

Milen, the boy that never let his heart harden through all the hardship. Still worrying for Kate, still so full of love.

No one deserves this.

I really want to give each and every one of them a long long hug.

More than the despise I have for the director, I despise their parents. You don't want children? Don't give birth to children. Be prepared to care for them.
What is survival if this is what it means?






Warming: Your heart will be broken for the young ones. 

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