At evening, HE and SHE, came back from Iran and showed up at TV, along the prime minister (the one that next day will kiss his hand just so he won’t be left in the middle of the revolted crowd. There was also HIS brother, last president of CAP “Scornicesti”, by that time a high secretary of PCR, surrounded by those two flags, one of the country and the other of the party and explained that: “gangs of law breakers, spies and other hussies started a mound of violence by breaking shops, stealing and burning, creating panic in “Timisoara”. By now things look credible since we were so hunger that the step from being hunger to being a law breaker was not big. How this gangs of bandits got so big, over 100.000 of people, was not told.
Maybe sometimes our memory plays tricks on us, showing us things on fragments. Otherwise there is no explanation why our reactions are sometimes exactly opposite than what normally would be. That’s how things happened with the defunct. Hearing about this multitude of people, of the thousands and hundreds of people, he probably thought he was in 1968, when “the Russians got to Czechoslovakia” and when Bucharest’s population and of all the country gathered ad hoc in front of the Headquarters Committee from Bucharest and of the local regions, to tell them and all the Romanians what happened and what we will do in this kind of situation. That’s when people started to appreciate and adulate him, and declaimed his name. Now “the guy” handled an arranged and imposed congregation that “had to” manifest disapproval and express disagreement towards what was happening in “Timisoara”, towards those bandits. Now, as many other times, Romanians did not do their homework, conscientiously. It went out exactly the opposite than what he assumed. Nobody wanted him as a leader anymore. I was telling you only about “him”, as “Pacepa” in his book did not quite blamed “him” only “her”. He was saying that “she (Elena Ceausescu) is the head of all means from this country”. In this case, people did not make mistakes in selecting. They hoot them all. He was tired of everyone, and … everything …
That morning, radio news was ambiguous and censored. At about 11 o’clock I couldn’t bear staying at school without any news and I ran home to try “Free Europe”. On my way I went to a shop to buy bread. We “don’t use to keep” white bread. Black bread was medium corn flour and it had a taste of buck. With all the annoyance I bought one.