I may not feel, but my poor wife …The wife …yes, my poor female, she never thought she would ever get married. She married while she was still young. When my time came to get married she already had all these four kids. Her husband, may he rest in peace, was working at the tumbler. One night wanting to unbind two cars to get it by turns to dump his helpmate having no idea what he wanted to do, he thought he was straining to push the car in the tumbler and he doesn’t manage. Then with all his force he holds on to a beam and pushed as hard as he could the car. He hears a long scream and when he went to see from where it came, the head of his helpmate was hanging crushed between those two cars. The husband of my wife died leaving four kids behind, and his helpmate went crazy, leaving other two children with no father.
You may observe that if a woman remains widow or divorced the family doesn’t recover, can’t get married again because of the children. For many reasons lovers don’t want other’s children. Well being, I took Marie especially because she had the children. Why did I do this thing? Maybe some thought I did it from madness, maybe from closeness (my parents had land and they told me and my brother they’ll give us the ownership counting the number of children we have), but it wasn’t about any of these. Like any other man I myself had some experiences with some “girls”. One even told me she was pregnant only that she never gave birth. Down the village a young doctor came, that build a home wishing to settle down here. I was his main master for the construction of the house. From talk to talk I told him my suspicion. He made me all my tests and confirmed I’m sterile and I could not have children. I might have liked children till then, but since then, it seemed I was crazy after them. I was following them all the time, buying them sweets, toys, what else, I was becoming one of them. After the sorrow Marie went through with her husband, I did not think twice, I took her when she thought no one else would ask her to be his wife. I took her with no suspicions. I had a happy marriage. In the latest time this boy of mine, Relu, worries me. The boy I told you so many things about till now is 35 years old now and already has three children. They put me in retirement from the mine, I was already encouraging them, and him, a man with many jobs sent into retirement.

At the beginning he was happy, with the money they gave him according 22 Ordinance, the 15 salaries, and he thought he would cover “all the holes”. Only after he got the money he realized that in fact the number of holes grew up to a huge hole; the daily family meal, of the five mouths. I told you he is very hard-working. That’s how it is. He took his ragbag and through the country. He wasn’t thankful with what he got; he first went to Czech then to Poland and later to Israel. Stupid he isn’t, hard working as three, but the taps were already formed. From all he worked for others he hardly could feed his children. This fact was getting him out of his mind. Through were he has been all the bad ones sheltered. He told me that the Romanians that left he country, some from in here too, had nothing else to do (the police was looking for them) they were coming to them, teaching them something about the language, habits and when they had to get the money they would organize in gangs, beat them in their bedrooms or cabins and took them their last money. Relu got it too, right before coming home. He “earned” something, they smelled him and if he fought them and didn’t give them the money, they broke his hand.
Now he is staying at home in an almost thundering rage both because he is inactive but for the adversities that accumulate having no money to live his life from a day to another. I see this daily, I help him sometimes too with very little because actually I don’t have from where but I pity him, his convulsion, that I haven’t got the chance to know. So much harm was never surrounded our houses. In fact he was horrified from earlier, from when the ordinance with the discharge of “the bad components” was given by the collective. One of his helpmates being regarded by such ways of getting people off, expulsion form the working collective, without any other rights, he put dynamite in his pocket and left with Relu through Baia. A friend recognized Relu a bit. At a few steps his friend made the electric contact with the explosive and his whole body powdered in the city.
– Mister Buia, I am sorry for all this, and the others too, his “twin” Thomas cheered him, but our hope is too in the new elections when the ones that now impoverished us will become history, believe me when I tell you that I never thought there could be so many adversities on humans until they brought us all this and with no preliminarily “training”. Maybe they have a good life now, but all the curses of the needed mothers with many children or the widows will get them eventually. Let’s not loose our hope in God, because He pays everyone after what he deserves.

Just as I told you before, this boy, my son Relu, I loved him and I still love him enormously. I have noticed any kind of changes in him from the time of those two murders. People were convinced that He gave that ordinance but many were convinced that so much harm only She could spread. There was a time of full propaganda and ideology, time that coincided with the run off of one of the Central Committee member’s son in West, time in which the Secretary of Education Lady was relegated and not only her, on the motives of “ready-made conspiracy”, that was associated with a political sect. So, all these actions covered in that Ordinance had to “enlarge the political solidarity and unit around C.C.”. I don’t know how much they have enlarged and united around C.C. but, as you may know, instant examples had to be given, examples that had to be well sealed in the main organizations. One of the requirements of this unforgettable Ordinance was that: “if the actions of a member of a collective brings morale or material disadvantages to that collective, this can dispose the harm removal from the bases”. With other words; to get unemployed with the “I letter” if I’m not mistaking, letter that assures him any employment in any unit from the country.
Maybe today people laugh at this thought, but school directors were being unemployed and sent “for production”. What can a teacher do in the vehicle industry? Then a lot of people saw themselves “stigmatized” and discharged from their working place. At the mining units were no man left with this kind of assertion, mentioned above, so in order to give an example too, they looked for one or two persons to be “stigmatized”. One of them was a young helping mine digger, college and friend of my son. He was never missing, hard-working but he didn’t understand himself well with the wife, each one with his needs. It happened that in that time, Sandu, the man we were talking about, just recently gave his wife “a lesson”. This was enough to get him off his work. So he didn’t get the feeling it was too easy, someone advised his wife to “straighten him up” at the party. When he realized he went too far he didn’t talk to anyone anything. He meat Relu, whom he called out for a beer in Baia. Relu had something to do in town and he went. They drunk a beer, got out of the bar and the man with whom Relu had to meet came. Sandu told him that he would wait for him at the Violeta tea room.