It was eight o’clock. A shop opened. Kind of weird to have your coffee served in a shop, for us, the … starved ones. The warmth of the coffees unfreezes our noses. It was for the first time for me, when the city of Cluj was so unfriendly and for the first time when you could not have a coffee in a restaurant, a coffee shop, or this one was in a … normal shop.
After “the view” of Cluj and the effects of “the battles” from a single side and the lies that tried to “inform” us about the truth, left me with a sour taste and with emptiness in my soul. What I was wishing for and what I got! And most of all, who had … received. Honestly, I probably “got a little worked out” at this issue but, most of the times when I tell this stories, in my mind it gets shape, with more clarity, that this revolution was a movement started and sustained buy young people only, but others have gained after their elevation and sacrifice, about whom they say that by taking over the ribbons of power became worse than some occupants. That’s why I believe that in this chapter of life, on Romanians souls, there is a hard stone and a big tribute in the contributor’s pocket, but I believe I will never talk again about this facts, my friend ends.

From talk to talk, the stories were going on with no previous invitation. A villager, a little older than us, started the telling of a story in which it seemed he retraced his memories. After the way he was relating the stories, you could feel he was reliving what he was saying, “re-entering” again in the past. He was saying: “Nobody can define or measure the situation from “Ardeal”, after the Diktat. I had nowhere to retire. The bones of my near ones have whitened in this ground, in the holy land of Transylvania. My family was here. How could I leave? Where could I go? I thought to my self that in the way that others will live, I will also live or I will die. That’s how I thought then, until I arouse with an appeal mandate. The weird thing was that the mine diggers were always mobilized outright. Seeing also others that received the appeal mandate, fellows that I met at the exposure place, almost all were buddies of mine. It so seemed, that it was an intensive and well guided action of Romanians from “Ardeal” depopulation. They sent the Jewish in Germany; the Romanians on the Russian front, the gypsies were after the Jewish to the extermination camp or in the Russian steppe. The ones that left home were: women, children and the helpless.