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.