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.

FOREWORD

I don`t like what I see when I look around me...a life in a cartoon country with cartoon politicians....so I temporary left my blog ( kreativekreator.blogspot.com ) to manage this one, in English.
I try to describe step by step the real life in Romania...all the facts and the persons are real.