In fact, before, the working men had any kind of certainty. In no circumstances assured salaries, a working place, as well, with no home of his own and any life certainty. More accurate: they were as a „leaf on the water”. At the lowest prove of appreciation or promise of better things, from wherever it came, they stick to it because it was their only way to the light (lets not forget about “Ilici’s” light), even if it weren’t like these … Why look behind: the misery from where they came was throwing them to something different. Now, these ones, the communists, promise something: a better living, a more human one … now when most don’t waste their time not even to address …them…people of misery, insignificant ants. The working men were considered the misery of their miserable world.
Raking up their high-minds, the promises they gave, the jobs they offered, in which they didn’t have to break their bones for a peace of bread, it didn’t just made them their faithful followers but at their own, started to get the best out of it knowing exactly that what they now have they won’t ever get, in their life. The new life, with so many goods, so flourishing, was not to neglect. That’s why they were devoted to this cause.
– Sorry to interrupt you, the citizen interfered, but a line of Bacovia from “The working man Serenade” comes like a premonition to what you are saying. I relate the first verse:
“I am a monster for you all
Taking off the edge of a wish for new times
That in your own world I hardly fit …
But soon I’ll hit you in your head!”
– This is how the person that greeted us was … that we earlier met, continued Tomas. After a course for efficiency of six months at the working place, he was moved up. He liked to talk a lot. Someone made him an U.T.C. secretary on the factory. He saw that things were working well and convinced of this fact he “flapped his mouth”. He also made a party school and in this way he became an U.T.C. prime secretary in Moldavia. What else he has done there he didn’t say, but we still found something more from his “activity” there.
He was in good books there, but he suffered because he couldn’t distinguish him self as much as he wanted. How should he do it?
If there were any “Number one enemies” or not in there he didn’t quite knew …The people from around there didn’t use to confess to him …Political acts he was doing enough. In the religious fast holidays he was the one to organize “the Thursday’s Youth” … It didn’t quite have a success for the young ones, but it was an ACTION …

One year when he gain some experience on those lands, Lent was on May. The grass was good for cutting. From here his idea was born … He bargained for money or for drinking some “young guys” whom will cut the grass on Easter day.
He was sure that in the country nobody has cut the grass yet … With eleven boys he cut 1, 5 hectares and all this on a holy day of Easter. Then, when there’s no reason “wandering about”, when all the decisions “come from above”, people outgrow the habit of thinking …He made a report of his activity from that Easter day for the Comity’s District. His headmen thought it’s not bad to enlarge the area of cut. And, form a report to another by the time it got to the superior authorities in Neamt, his exploit got so huge that the reported surface that was cut by him was a lot bigger than the countries surface and all these in just one day, on Easter day …
For sure that through the men employed to serve the parties ideology, real people exist. But as you may know, at all level of activities those “cheaters” that reported all “above” existed. In this way they haven’t enjoyed and will never enjoy the simple’s man credibility. In fact this is the only reproach brought by the “country’s back”, by the honest simple man.
– Then, Mister Buia, as we grow old we find out more although, if we knew some things, we might have been happier!
– Good evening – greets us a passing by.
– Good to see you! Buia answers.
I keep watching that person and I feel like I know him.
– Sir Buia, is this man from here? The citizen started questioning him.
– Yes, sure, why do you ask?
– I had the feeling I know him.
– You might know him. He’s a Village Advisor.
– Now I think I know him!
– Who?
– A long time ago, when he was young he used to sport?
– Yes. But how do you know that?
– Let me tell you.

At the school where I was going there was also a Sport’s school, with different departments.
How Maramures Explorer got in league A with the volleyball section the team wished a valuable farm of players from whom they can regenerate their batch. In this way a department for volleyball, at that school, with huge perspective, was built taking in account the fact that by that time the high school was five years old.
A teacher with a volleyball teaching line was allocated there, a very capable artisan. His only annoyance was that the height he had was not quite …height…He was a short man, whom him self considered as a handicap for a volleyball man, with a permanent feeling of inferiority. From this reason he wished to show that for once in his life he could be the best, the biggest, if by his stature he couldn’t make this step, at least through the results of his work to grow up.
I have to admit that the guy knew his job well. His pupils were in the third year of high school and they were already professional’s volleyball players. At the recruitment selection when they built the team, the shortest volleyball player was 1, 95 meters height and the matter was growing to better things.
This man we are talking about now it seemed to have a mustache and his name was the same as of a Parisian tap house. Not Moulin Rouge, but as famous as it. I miss it right now, I might remember meanwhile.
The guy was the best from the team. The fact that he could take his coach at his “armhole” allowed him to be rude with him and his arbiters. Exceptions that have taken him at collecting a few red cards while on the field.
That particular teacher, the coach, as my mate, he confess to me. He might not do this with the thought of receiving any suggestions from me, but only for the fact of telling his own sorrow to someone. Obviously I listened to what he had to say, but his sorrow was continuously. I suggested a solution. He could get him out from the batch for one or two games.