A lot of sadness … Here were murdered the youngest, the most enthusiast, those that in their short life “scientifically eaten”, and in the same time developed, the young people that in the moment of the parties oligarchy bunkers opening , tried to throw away a part of the aliments… Food that they have never heard of or seen before, causing parents and older people to break out in laughter tears. In this hanged up type of misery we were living knowing all around us. Not even biologically these children weren’t good enough. For them a fowl has never had other compounds than: head, nails and neck … Not even crest! That much food could not be bought in “IEPOCA” and even if you could, for a medium salary of 2600 lei they could buy daily only milk, bread, if you could find it, and what they would give you “on allowance”: oil, sugar and a maximum of 2-3 kg of meat/month, taken under the counter. In this case a batchler might be able to manage him-self but families have impoverished. The only amusement, officially legalized, was “standing” in line, from which in the end you wouldn’t get anything. The atrocity was that the “sitting in line” was enforced even for some inessential things like: toothpicks (what on hell did we still need that?), toilet paper, matches, and … (to hell with it!). The certitude of the products rarefaction was visible and felt by each person. Some have definitely disappeared from the market and it wasn’t about the imported products: coffee, olives or other delicacies, but imagine a country that has no …marmalade, beans, vegetables…to develop. In year ’89 “it so happened” that from April 27 until August 17 I haven’t seen any type of meat. There were some “national” fests when on allowance we could get ½ kg meat/person that for most of the times was a … BONE.
Seven o’clock. No invitation. No opened door… in all Cluj.
At the bridge over the “Somes” River the most insane tragedy took place. A guy, from a car, with an automatic weapon raked the population. Through the dead ones, two children, brother and sister, holding hands, have fallen on the pavement in front of the restaurant. The steel cross, cold as the times we were in, was blocking the alley. It was like a premonition: “who passes it, goes to chaos”. Besides the cold and black cross, there were on the sidewalk dight firs for the innocent soul of the young dead. There was a “grove” of firs planted in the memory of the young ones wedded …with death.