From the memoirs of my childhood experiences during communism in Bulgaria: Dead Ideologies don't provide answers but demand to be worshipped

It was an early morning, and it was finally our turn as a class to go to the capital - Sofia to pay our respects to Georgi Dimitrov - the founder of the communist party in Bulgaria. Along with Lenin’s and Marx’s teachings we were required to study and uphold in high regard the communist party and all their founders. Any outspoken disobedience was punished in various ways, including concentration camps, eliminating the human rights of any individual. After all, the core of communism and socialism, are driven by the spirit of shame, guilt and unbelief. The more ashamed one felt of his/her existence, the more gratitude they would have toward the system dictating their beliefs.

After several hours of traveling by bus we arrived at the capital and made our way to the white, marble mausoleum. The embalmed body of Dimitrov was preserved there since his death in 1949. It was publicly displayed with visiting hours of operation. I was about 10 years old at the time, but I vividly remember the numerous amount of people going around his body and bowing before him.