SEQUEL

I hate every coming in that Office.
When I came back in my Office the officeline rings.The manager's assistent call me for a meeting,at six p.m.,after the programme.Trying to continue my breaking off work my thoughtswere sliding to the past...
Looking in the past,I can divide these last thirty years in almost three equal parts:the first one was The Collapse Of The Stalin's Communism;the second one was The Human Appearance Socialism and the third one,we are living now,The Nearly Putrid Socialism.
In the first part of communism my grandparets(from father)died or were killed,it was a permanent question for me and I didn't succeed to know much more about that facts.My grandfather was a School Manager which communists put down as a kulak,my father must hide fifteen years because he was pilot on bombing planes toghether with germans against the russians in The Second World War.This wellkept secret was buried with my father in his tomb.In the second part,the communism became relaxed,political prisoners were released(those who survived)and live was good at all.Obviously it wasn't freedom but we can live.Until now,the third part of communism was more and more difficult for us,especially because of lack of ordinary rights and a lot of privations(foods,energy,and others...).
I try again to work as usual but my thoughts slides to socialist agriculture...Every autumn we were taken to work as peasants...it doesn't matter that we were higher qualified specialists in civil engineering or architecture with almost twenty years of education and studies...at least I was sick and tired...from the seventh class till now...every autumn in agriculture.This year me and some colleagues set up a little strike,stopping work,and the result was that one:few days later we were punished with diminution of our wages for a month and a severe warning from Communist Party Organization.

SEQUEL...

Later,the gossip from THE SECRET DOCUMENTS OFFICE called me to account for my morning late.Without any pleasure I walk and when I enter in her's Office I said:
"I was in late ten minutes because the full of the means of conveyance and traffic."
"I don't care,she sais...I'll cut one hour from yours time/check sheet"
"But everyday unpaid working over the programme,Saturdays and Sundays?"I asked her.
"You are dismissed,she yelled."
That moment gossip seems to me as Anna Pauker,the woman which brought over the Russian tanks the communism in Romania.I turn out in my Office talking myself:"For Heaven's sake I have a bad,bad day..."Suddenly,I remember that last year,I was called in this Office.Besides the gossip were two officers in uniformes,one from the Police and the other from the Securitate.They put in front of me a sheet of paper and comandes me to write an engagement for informing the authorities about any so called hostile activities in the Institute and all arround me with regard to socialism,the leader Ceausescu or his family.
"I've finished my millitary service as reserve officer six years ago so I don't accept yours order,I said."
"Who asked you to say anything?What do you know about yours colleaques?said the police officer.
"I work here and I'm not an informer,I murmured."
"We've had just about enough of your insolence.One more word and you'll be discharge,said Securitate officer."
"Anyway I do not write anything and I'm not worried about losing my job because I am too valuable to my employers,I told them bluffing ofcourse."
"Go out! said them in chorus."
I've expected that something happens to me but,later,I realised that it was the frequently used method which they used for everyone intimidation.I hate this Office,I hate the sistem,I hate Ceausescu...fuck'em all.

SEQUEL...

I walk in to my designing office,say hello to my coleaques and begin to work.Few hours later my best friend Gigi comes near to me and asks:

"Might I see the project you are working?"

I allready was smiling.We knew each other allmost eighteen years,from Elementary School,from University to Institute.I like and respect him such as a big brother,because he was two years older than me,and i can discuse any problem with him.

"I was in late today and I'm sure I'll have troubles.Beside that yesterday my older girl was put in Hospital with hepatitis diagnosis".

"Bad news,sais him..."Have you listened last evening Radio Free Europe?"
"Sorry,I was at the Hospital"I said.
"It was interesting,they talk about a meeting for replacement Ceausescu this evening here in Iasi,than,all over the country"Gigi said.
"We would that,isn't it?"I said."But I didn't notice this morning anything uptown or arround..."
Slowly Gigi moves away from me because in my Office enters a group of architects to debate the location of a new Hotel.It was very dangerous to speak about Radio Free Europe these days in Romania.

sequel

I leave with long strides the tramstation walking on the boulevard and when I reach on the middle of the bridge above the railway I saw the dome of The Holy Cross Day Church like a fixed beacon on the coast of the sea.I'm not a stranger in these places,I was born and I had grown up here.Before my parents does expect my confinement they were bought four hundreads square metres ground, not far from this Churh,and build a house which was surrounded by verture,trees and flowers.Eight years ago,The Communist Party decided to pull down the district for eventually investments so we were forced to gave up our own house and ground and moved to the block of flats as lodgers,without any cover of our loss.We can't oppose this order because we knew some opponents which were at that time either in jail or in the graveyard.
Now,in 1989,only The Church remains the same but it was surrounded by empty large places like a oasis in the desert.I was christianized,married and my own girls were christianized in this Church.
Then,I pass on,nearby my University and futher on Uptown where I was astonish by the emptyness of the place,only me and few persons are disturbing the sadely morning.All over the places were put plancards with work stimulus and portraits of The Great Leader,Ceausescu...
Finally,I arrive ten minutes late for the program at the Institute and a lot of pairs of inquisitive eyes peer for me with compassion because lateness,in coming,was very punished mistake.I was relatively a new engineer,since two years in the Company,but the proved experience and competency assigned me as a needful man for the Institute's divisions which are working for about seven counties.I'm 31 years old and I've almost seven years in constructions and architecture experience but inspite of these I was considered too young for the most of the employers which have older communist party membership card...it does matter very much.

I. PROLOGUE

The morning light easily comes down on the old IASI city and the stillness of the night was broken by the daily noise of traffic.Although it was the fourteenth of December,the winter was milder than other years,and the bitter cold doesn't appear yet.However,it was the same cold either inside in our flat or outside on the streets.Thanks GOD and communism for their careful attention because we live three families in a flat:my parents,my sister's family and my own family and we can't complain about cold...eight persons who radiates warm...very much warm.
I was gone out through the doors of the block of flats,walking in haste to the tram station in order to arrive at my job in the Moldavian Research and Design Institute where I'm civilian designer engineer.Looking surround the neighbourhood looks like the same hundreads of workers residential districts spread all around the country.
The tram station was full of persons,a crowd of persons,most of those as parts of a destroyed peasant class which becomes cheap handwork for socialist industries.I haven't any chance to reach in time at my work so I light a cigarette and I decided to walk quick on my own legs.
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MOTO:More than GOD existence I'm afraid of HIS absence.(PALER)

THE AGE OF THE MEAN FELLOWS (A true story about eighten years of real life in Romania:December 1989-August 2007)

I.PROLOGUE.
II.TOWARDS THE END OF THE COLD WAR.
III.THE WAR FROM OURSELVES.
IV.THE BEGININGS OF THE THIRD WORLD WAR.
V.THE ILLUSIVE PEACE.
VI.EPILOGUE.