Their children didn’t know about the goodness that others had daily. Some of them even took weapons from the police and from the security, who knew, they might be good for something.
Second day the fight for power started, organizing the adherent clans, a deafly but tough fight, tough so the population won’t calm down and so the party will be lost. The state of perturbation, incertitude and doubt had to be maintained so that they can be controlled. When first rumors came out, got the whole population of the municipality into alert making them look around and group around someone that appeared more alike an autocrat on the situation, more famous, or maybe just more oriented and “got into” his command. Pretty well, some they were ashamed, after they realized “on whose hands they gave each-other”, but this was it. And our man leaves the “waves of revolution” going on with a different story.
“Ladies and gentleman, we continue the story of human kind with me, in the older régime being trained every year for “the local defense” and where I had the position of “Chief for the chemistry and radiation research group”, function that anticipated in the case of an emergency or of a bad situation to take the First secretary and place him into where I was commanded. My T.A.B., the action car with which I was endowed, was equipped with all that was necessary, for both defense and attack, being able to get from almost 200 roentgens into the radiated field. That’s how I was supposed to do things but last year “the displacement commands” were given out, in the case of a “general movement”, under some ticket traveling on all the transportation vehicles, tickets that were imprinted on the soldier’s book. To get to them I had to run from school on a break. When I got to the army’s unit I asked the officer that gave us the sheets (I knew him for ten years) to give me the tickets to imprint on my book because I don’t have that much time to sit in line for it. With all the friendship and acquaintance he told me to do not get upset but this is the command for him, to imprint the tickets on the book, thing that irritated me a lot. I went home, with no arguing, I took the “hospital outgoing” after the infarct and went to the military doctor, “Telegdi”, that “checked me out”, ending for all with the army, fact that disengaged me from walking “Bradulet” in the revolution days, although, from custom, I was checking his “actions”. When he was taken out on the REMIN terrace he was very scared. Colorless, he was saying what “others” asked him to say. In the end I found out he retired to “Sibiu”.