After this take-down of life and stupidity, Pavel lived for about 8 more months and than, with his soul full of sadness, died. After his death and the breathable life of those two, an untold question remains: How could it be that Pavel didn’t even move a finger for saving the fortune that was taken through blackmail by this woman? I mean by this woman that you see in the yard, specified Buia.
At a year or maybe two, a rumor that might have been an answer at the unexpressed question took place. Sometimes a long time ago, when Pavel was a young and handsome bachelor, had a mission in the home village of Iulica that was recently married. Being that Julia’s husband during those days wasn’t home; she and Pavel got to know and liked each other. From these love a baby was born, that goes to high school now. The funny part is that Pavel didn’t recognize Julie, the one from his adolescence that even then broke his heart, only after her husband came back. Then the situation became embarrassing. If Julie didn’t enmesh him in adolescence, Pavel couldn’t avoid it now. In such way ended the life of the only man, a convinced bachelor (until Julie) that I have known and that felt in love two times in his life by the same woman at different ages. So, the people that you see now in that yard are the relatives of Julie, the woman that opened the desire of living for Pavel, but also the door to his grave. And how it may be known: nobody built happiness behalf other’s sorrow. Julia’s big son, found out that his real father was, namely Pavel, how his father and mother treated him and gave them an ultimatum. As an inheritor of Pavel, his mother Julie and his husband should leave his house and fortune.
– Poor man, the teacher couldn’t resist, he lived a fully life with no worries, nothing missing, no gravity, after his own desires, but death came as a dart into the soul that for the first time choused to love.
– This is it. Who knows what’s left for us too, Thomas replied, Buia’s namesake, while they were slowly going ahead down the street.
They were going leisurely because Buia was hardly moving. He had a difficulty in walking because of a chronically rheumatism, after the hard work from the mine. In fact, as he was saying, he might have avoided the “earning” if Purcaret gallery wouldn’t have given itself for excavation in which the work itself wasn’t harder than in other places, but as it was an escarpment gallery, short enough it was as “warm” as it was outside.

I’m telling you this, Buia continued, because we started to work at this gallery in autumn and the winter that came it was a pretty cold one. However the winter might have been in other places, here in Handal a horrible draft gets you. We used to get out from second shift wet through the skin. Our clothes started to froze. So it won’t cut us under our arm how it got frozen, we kept rising our hands according the cold that caught us on our wet clothes. When we got home our hands were horizontal, at the arms level. We were some frozen crosses. Not by a long sight were we able to open the door. We were punching out the door with the boot, we stand behind a step or two when our wives will get outside, they turned us so we could get inside the house and we won’t slip, in this way they could break off anything from us and they pulled us inside. For a while we were sitting in the tray so the umber won’t pour on the door mats because the acids it was made from would burn. After our arms would fall near our body, they would carefully undress us in such way that the frozen clothes won’t tear us the skin tied up to it.
Now I begin to feel the remains of those days when we used to become frozen crosses. It was a hard time, but probably it was the most beautiful time from my mine digger life. My woman, the woman I got married with, had four kids, from whom only one boy. I liked him a lot although nobody ever called me down for not treating my wife’s kids as a real father, I loved that boy the way I think I would have loved my own child. I cared for him as for my own being. He was austere in work, serviceable, fast in decisions and for his sake “I cut down from my yard” and built him a house near my own so he would be close, to have him near me all the time. He was everything for me; he would carry my name and my reputation after I’m gone. I liked to know him close to me, to have him near me all the time, that’s why I took him near me in my team and taught him the handicraft of mining. I used him anywhere I needed him because he was very austere, he learned fast and even at the engines he was very skilled and if we wouldn’t have a man at the compressor we used to send him to turn it on, to give us air. We didn’t have pipe lines so he lengthens it so we could make holes. He managed great in everything and everybody cherished him and he pleased everyone. He is a very special boy, Buia concludes.
On the bank of the river an old restaurant stud up. Ion, the other guest of Buia, makes a sort of an observation that shocked us too:

– Mister Buia, why does this old superb restaurant remains closed and it seems large enough, a real restaurant with different rooms, overgrown and people “drink a stirrup cup” or in “boutiques” where not even two people that clank a glass don’t fit? I don’t even want to talk about when you want to sit down….
– This restaurant has its own story. Besides the restaurant was also a badge one. Before telling you its story, a question will fit: “Why do they call the Moldavians by “wire” when as a historical tradition they are called “head ox” (after Stefan’s ox)?” But you will find the answers in the story I will tell you. Maybe my stories are too long, but also my step is heavy so you would forgive me if I have extended or I will extend with other things from our village. I know it’s not up to me to judge the things that the Savior made, but simply, sometimes I think that even for Him it was not easy to build this world, of humans, to make it functional and most of all to make people get at the certainty that only work can clear them out from slough, that only by working you can obtain wealth.
Whit this we got at the years after the second World War, when after so much death, diseases and adversities starvation came too, which made the ones with a few soul to loose it all, to become some famished dogs, which if they supposed you endangered it meal, it simply tear you to pieces. Moldavians became apart of the worst starvation. To save themselves, to save their children and ancestry they would sell all they could sell and leave for Muntenia or Transylvania after a bag or two of seeds. The trains were like grapes, but from those that travel above the carriage some got with no ticket. In fact, from where the hell should they get money for this too? All they had to give they gave for the seeds, which not for few times were also mildew. So, our Moldavians traveled most of the time above the carriage. But in each time during a fatality the hyenas that make goods from others disasters show up. At this time these hyenas were formed of gangs that were waiting for the train at the curves, at the going up where the speed was lower and they used to run a wire with its end curved in the Moldavians bags pulling it down from the carriage. Some could not leave their hope for life and “left” down including the bags, dieing or disabled for life.
After a while they “got” the trick and throw down with wood “the wire tentacles”. So they would not be surprised on the fact “they guardianship” by turns.