A brief history based on life and works of Hristo Atanasov.
The end of 1969 was approaching, and that december afternoon, a 12 years-old Hristo had just arrived from school where, with the support of his parents' efforts, he had begun to learn as grammar and mathematics as carpenters, in line with the educational practices that characterized Europe Oriental of those days.
Entering his modest home, he saw the beloved figure of his mother, who was waiting for him in the kitchen ready to serve him his favorite dish, banitsa, which was the lunch of the day, for he had learned to savor with pleasure all that she puts for him in table.
And this was so not only because of the fact that his mother cooked very tasty, but also because his father, who happened to arrive after completing his milk delivery route on his bicycle, had told him in detail all the adventures and misadventures that the people who do not have a roof that shelters them or a family that shares their food, have to live day after day and how lucky they were to have food and home.
Mr. Atanasov, always before sitting down, washed his hands and recited a prayer to whom he called his friend, at school most called the friend of his father God, but it was very pleasant to Hristo to hear his father pray to his Friend .
Olders friends of Veliko Tarnovo, , were sneaking up to listen to a Western radio station, the BBC and that mid-December night, Hristo heard a phrase in the voice of the announcer that although he did not fully understand of the girls listening to the show about the Abbey Road album, which had been published by The Beatles on September 26 of that year, said after releasing a sigh that made all their friends blush they would be very happy to find someone who lived following the path that marked the phrase with which the album ended:
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Hristo suddenly understood many things in his life, especially the loving, cordial, respectful manner with which they treated everyone, his generosity, and decided that in his Life he wanted to honor the conduct and works of his parents, practicing the same philosophy that concentrated so powerfully in that final phrase of the song that casually was also called "The End."
Hristo continued to grow and learn in the technical school trades that helped him precisely to serve others, to feel useful day by day and to find for that service a fair payment that allowed him over the years to start his own business. maintenance and repairs.
In the late 1980s, Hristo became interested in the environment and decided to expand his repair and restoration business to the collection of urban waste.
The loading, unloading and disposal of these materials was very hard work so he soon required help and accepted the offer of a young man, who was surprised, approached him when he saw him separate and classify the garbage he took out of the containers in the streets and urbanizations of Veliko Tarnovo.
This young man, Dimitir, was his first assistant and also the first new member of the family of Hristo, because at the end of the working day of that day of 1993, when he received his daily payment, he told him that he had nowhere to go and if he could give shelter in his house, at least during that night.
And Dimitir, not only stayed that night, but until he was able to pay his tuition, pay his studies and go to Pleven to start a waste collection business with what he had learned from Hristo, whom he kept up to date with some techniques for make your work more effective.
To resign, it was the first, because since then, Hristo has received in different spaces that has acquired and remodeled over the last 20 years more than 30 people who had no home and food and most importantly, he has taught them an office helping them recover their dignity as human beings.
And in his 60s, Hristo shows the smile of a boy who sees the future with optimism convinced in the success of the slogan he received as his on that night of December 1969.
And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make
Image Source: Hristo's first post in Steemit