This post is part of the series about communist Bulgaria between 1979 and 1989. I already wrote posts about my cat and about ice cream. Now it’s time for a revenge trope.
My parents had a Junost TV. This beast is 12.2″, black and white. It had two inputs for antenna cables on the back.

Bulgaria during my childhood had two TV stations, called First and Second Program. Both were part-time: they aired for 5–6 hours on workdays and full days (8 am to midnight) on weekends, with the Second Program being shorter. Both had maybe 1–2 watchable kids’ movies per week, and maybe another 1–2 watchable regular movies, usually on Saturday or Sunday. You had to switch between the channels to find the good stuff, and we always had the TV program published in the newspaper to guide us through this, so we didn’t miss anything foreign.
But I wanted to talk about switching between channels.
The way switching with this TV worked was:
- You pulled out the antenna cable on the back of the TV from one of the sockets and put it into the other
- Then you pushed a button indicating which antenna was in use
- And then this big rotary dial, I think it was also used to click a few times, but maybe not. Why would it exist otherwise?
Whatever the ritual was, I mastered it quickly and did it thousands of times.
Then my parents and grandparents got color TVs and moved the Junost to the kitchen. My parents didn’t let me touch their TV, but my grandparents didn’t mind. My grandfather was nearly blind and couldn’t do it himself, so I had the right kind of encouragement. These TVs had a more complicated system with stored channels that was essentially the same dial and the same button, multiplied by 16 stored “channels” through 16 dials.
So, by the end of the 80s, I was the master of setting up TVs to play First Program, Second Program, the Russian TV, and, in some parts of the country, the Serbian TV. Now I’ll have a short break, and please don’t switch the channel.
The way people went on vacation during communism and shortly after was mostly through “cards” provided by their employer or another institution. My parents got a card for 20 days in the mountains, in a health resort with mineral water in Velingrad. By health resort, think of a 4-story building with modest rooms, with four single beds each, a canteen on the ground floor, baths with a pool in the basement, and a TV area on the second floor. The TV had 30-ish soft chairs arranged in front of it. The area was comfy, and the kids spent lots of time playing there. Given that TV mostly aired in the afternoon and evening, there were no people watching TV before, let’s say, 4 pm.
It’s a weekend day, and the kids’ movie will be at 3 or 4, on channel one. An hour later, an episode of some soap opera will air on channel two. The TV is an older model with a dial, a cable that needs manual moving, and a button that needs to be pushed to switch the antenna, not that much different than our old Junost. So all the old people were already there by 2, even before our kids’ episode, so they could get good seats for the soap opera later. There weren’t enough seats, but kids would leave after our movie, freeing some.
So when the time came, the king of the dial executed the clicking, pulling, and rolling sequence to change the channel so the kids’ show would show up. By the time I was done, my seat was taken.
“Hi, I was sitting here?”
“Oh, you’re so young, you can sit on the floor.”
Uh. True. I can. I sat there, and when the kids’ show was over, I ran back to our room.
One hour later there was a revolt in the TV area. None of the adults had any clue how to switch the channel. The TV got all messed up. The adults figured out that I was upset because someone took my seat and that’s why I left the area without switching the channel. So they freed it, and sent a delegation of a few friendly grandmothers to our room to invite me to take my seat back, and please switch the channel. I switched it two minutes before their episode started. Not sure if any lessons were learned but the kids didn’t have problems with watching our afternoon episodes after that.
I’m mildly embarrassed by the story but we can’t change the past.
LOL. Don’t mess with the kid with the magic touch.
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The story is not representative of socialism but rather about old days and old ways of doing things.
Like, having this large place built around the concept of a large shared bathroom and a shared tv. You could reach depth of boredom unknown to the modern generations.
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I recognize that, mostly because there were some similarities compared to my upbringing here in the States. I came from a big family that spent almost every weekend together. Some of those same experiences were reflected in your story compared to how that went for me.
And when there were glitches in the system, guess who was sent to fix them. Or hold the rabbit ears so the adults could get better reception…
I enjoy reading about your experiences. It puts some perspective on my own from that time.
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Haha, revenge. Growing up in small town Manitoba, Canada, in the 70s, we only had 2 channels too. I think we got 12 channels around 79. So we weren’t that far ahead of you. Maggie
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We got 12 channels in the 90s, with the cable tv. We moved in to a place that had a bathroom in 1986.
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Ohhjh no bathroom, you win 😊 My husband grew up in Communist Poland, but they always had a bathroom.
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Most of these vacation places had shared baths and toilets on the floor. They were like huts.
But we also didn’t have indoor bathrooms at home until mid-80s.
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🤣🤣..
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Sometimes you have to play hardball with those old people! 🙂
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That is hilarious! Good for you!
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