This would be a rather good time to have won a lottery. Of course, one would have had to actually buy a lottery ticket or two. Lack of foresight.
The number of gambling parlors in the Balkans is sort of unnerving. Occasionally, you read about a protest against them in a neighborhood. But in some residential areas, there are literally two or three per block. Some say it's a good place to just sit and socialize, have a beer, etc., but that doesn't correspond with what I've seen of the indoor furnishings. My guess is there's a law that says that prohibits open windows and doors, but if you walk around enough, eventually you'll see one or two with a door propped open and the lights on inside. Basically a wall of televisions and monitors, some cafe tables, and a counter or window. There appear to be two types of employees -- usually both on the young side: those who are attractive enough that you might want to give them money, and those who are... persuasive enough that you might end up giving them money. And the folks sit inside, apparently for long stretches.
It's bad form for an exile/expat to moralize about the places he visits, but seeing situations like that does make me want to start a Shakespeare theatre, or strike up a good conversation about Hegel. Without a vision, the people perish. In fairness, I'd probably have the same reaction in many small towns in the American Midwest. (I actually did a Shakespeare tour through the high schools of Appalachia once. Remarkable experience. Gospeleers of the mind, and the classics.)
The most you can ever do is keep the work true. And don't expect folks to place too high a price on it.