It’s all about, if my memory doesn’t play tricks on me, you remembering some of your childhood, when your parents strove in secret to teach you what faith means and you may still remember when they told you that “woman is made for man and man for woman”. If it weren’t for the religion, I would have “explained” to you the part with “woman for man”. You, males, who do you, think you are since you have so many guts? You troop in here, clinking your weapons and giving a speech of command! My punishment for you would not be beating or humiliation that you truly deserve, because any woman can be a hope for pleasure for any man, but not any man can give the same pleasure to any woman. Then, a woman from the moment she starts to put rags on her backside, lives in a continuous doubt, a perpetual fright. She never has the right to definitively deny a man “you never know which might be her fore destine” and what lies in the head of the fore destined one. Any warlike can express to any woman “demands” and she must adapt “him”, she has to listen his “approaches” phrased in one language that for the most times are a disgrace for the human kind. The monthly frights, birth and other “pleasures” that give her the state of female slave, are also “reserved” for women. So, my “beloved”, the punishment I would give you is: to be at least for a year …women. Then I would be sure, if you would come here, you would know to “to say” “good evening” and to behave as … humans. Now leave, I’ve seen you enough!
Time-servers you could find everywhere. They used to fight for positions, and it seems that other type of fights haven’t been in “Baia Mare”, and it seems that they are the only one’s to be satisfied after the changes that have been made in the country, changing among them selves and making “teams” that circle around them.
On Christmas we caroled with holey tricolors and carbide night lights. From the TBC Hospital and till the barracks there was only one bulb on the Cosbuc Street on no. 24. You could still notice some lights around the Mara hotel, but our way was different. The ordinance for the handing out of the “obtained” weapons during the revolution was given, but few crowded for the “give away”. Then it started to snow as if there was a wish for the wash up of all sins and the cover of all “garbage”. A news crept me out: a child from our school, that broadcasted “the action” from the Security Headquarters, was found in the draw well of the elevator with various knife perforations on his body. He was the only one from town to have a receiving areal (that needed the security approval) and he was considered to be the best wireman from the county. He was …