The man paid his fair-dealing, loaded the cart and left to bring others carts with which he can carry away the brick. With the money taken, Simon looked after his own way. What would have happened there after his leaving only God knows.
Other kind of adventure of Simon took place in a village near Pitesti. He was looking for work and accepted to be a retainer at a country man that was having a distinguished fruit tree orchard. It was during summer and the country man had mature fruits from August until late October. From now and until Christmas, there was a lot of work in the orchard, including getting and depositing the fruits for the winter season. But until that time, the fruits were being picked up, generally apples, and were being sold, according to the prize, in Pitesti or in other place. Simon was by turns, picker, cart man, stable man, salesman and others. He was being used in any work craft, he was very capable and the host was testing him continuously to see how honest he is. The employer happened to “forget” money in different places was “loosing” the keys from different boxes where he was keeping the money, but Simon knew what meant all these things and didn’t “react” different than the employer wished. Another form of testing Simon of his employer was loading the carts with bigger quantities of apples, more apples than he would tell Simon there were. Each time Simon would bring him home the carry-over. He got out of all these tests so well that the country man not only that he thanked God for the servant He gave him, but since he didn’t have any children he thought of making him his inheritor. During all Autumn Simon worked with high intensity at the duties that his employer engaged him, with any remarks, never answering back at what the boss had to say. Nobody could reproach him anything. He became one of them.

One day, none of the employers could join Simon at the fair. Alone and somehow angry, he left to sell a cart full of apples. He sold the apples, the cart with the oxen for good, all at a good prize and maybe the employer is still waiting, even until today, for Simon to come back with the oxen cart and the money for the apples …
– Nowadays, a friend interrupted Buia, at what we are living, at this “wonderful” economics transformation, of laws and why not of mining too, there are some occurrences that fit perfectly with the words: “shoot at a pigeon and kill a crow”. Many have looked forward in “catching the clue” of the transformation but they realized that the plan of the reform is the type of: “dropping a brick”.
The mining fellowship was indebted. The mine diggers, indifferent to “where they will end” were the ones that had to “bear the troubles” as the old “mining combatants”. Their lay down started. Who would have thought then that in a horizontal economics development, if a single link breaks, if the circle cracks, nothing else turns round, continuously. The mining fall down meant the break down of the national vehicles industry of construction, at the low consumption of electricity, even in agriculture, with no other untouched place left. We may feel like smiling. Maybe we would even smile with pleasure if we weren’t sure that it would be a fake one. Through the break down of the economics infrastructure of Romania by those 15.000 specialists in only 200 days almost 23 millions of people (minus their parties’ members) became almsmen. It seems a lot and mistreated but after the mining energy power “felt down”, UMT, UNIO, “Roman”, “Tractorul” and many other industries that the country was proud with.
Our old leader understood in ’68 that is necessary to cover yourself against “friends”. He left to build strategically communications that would allow a fast disruption of the tropes in the centre of the country. Such road, from concrete was servicing some mining villages that today have through the flagging green crosses of grass grown between and the mountain streams sectioned it on the broadways making it impracticable. By closing the mines, population from the small mining villages and not to say about the mining cities population, left with any kind of occupation. Thousands of people were left with any kind of possibility of living, with any hope of realizing something and that something to be at least for the daily bread of their children. It is absolutely right that this tragedy doesn’t get at the so blasphemed palace (“Casa Poporului” , The Nation’s House) or at the office holders that were “algorithmic punished” after two years, while the country …The news that people get after ’89 are called: the coldness from inside the houses, assessments, salary (that became almost welfare), that aren’t necessary to come in time, efflorescence, TBC, suicides …

Two children from Cavnic were coming at school during winter two days each because they had a single pair of shoes. Let’s not say anything about the last ten years when nothing was built and those that have no place to live share the drainage with the …rats.
More than a million Romanians left the country and from the minority of the mining villages about 10 thousands Czechs left. Then the laws of ownership were given at the … owners. If the first dismissed people were those who: “we pretend working, they pretend they pay us” and a selection of the values was necessary, now when we have over two millions of unemployed people, there’s nothing more to say. This is the reform gentlemen …
– Mister Buia, I see it is hard for you to walk, I can’t say we are going better, since we don’t transcend in youth attributes anymore, but I have to tell you I stand with enough indifference the colleges chicaneries at their “giving age”.
Although there are some facts that annoy me deeply, most of all when it isn’t an addressed appellation but parts of conversations of some students to whom I happen to go by during break time through the yard or in the halls of the school. Not long ago were some adjectives that appreciated my character and that, I have to admit, flattered me, mostly when these words were told by a girl. From these adjectives the most used were: tall man, brown with brown sparkling eyes, well tight (not at the eyes) and other alike beautiful words, that were in fact real, why shouldn’t I admit it, I liked it. I felt good when I was hearing those words pronounced of young lips.
Now, maybe the most amiable young man or woman would use completely different words: “An old man, a little crooked, with his arms aggregated, grey-haired, problematic eyes, paled with the shading of tiredness, with a weakly step. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t envy the young ones. I have no reason for doing that; the ascertainment is that those words that used to define us in our youth found other owners, other bearers, we are only catching up what was left from our predecessors. That sometimes could mean nothing.
– Now that you have made a round-up about youth, Buia Thomas continued, I would like to also tell you how my first day of mining was.
I was on an ash pit in front of a gallery. I was looking at those people arranged in a circle, sitting on bricks, logs of wood or on a stone and that were eating their meal before entering the gallery.