The one that was guarding alarmed the others by calling out: “The wire brothers, the wire!” From that time, from those events, the Moldavians are called “wire”. But starvation did not just root out the Moldavians, but also others from other lands. A rambling movement was started in the entire country. There was a sort of parents that banished their children from home by simply not having anything to give them to eat. At such state of need the demand fro employment turned up, that concluded with the beginning of the country’s reconstruction. Before and during “Hunedoara’s effusion” through that small village (Indoara) more than ten thousand people have passed. The rambling of some people was justified, others found the occasion to “hit” in a new place, and far from their families, relatives and they could afford everything. A unique character of that period was Simon, a man of 25 years old, the son of the restaurant’s boss, which you see and which was nationalized in June 11. The way of protesting, of Simon, against the government that took his source earnings, was to never work for the GOVERNMENT (in our case, at the mine). That’s how Simon started to haunt all over the country, living his life after his own will. It happened that Simon had the same name as his father. Simon was going by train, bus, obviously without ticket. If he got caught there was no problem. He showed up his ID and a protocol was being “tamed” to …his father. A period of time has passed and it was five years since the father didn’t see his son, he knew were he was only by the place from where the penalties came, that were during every week. These, the penalties, were matters that everyone from home knew, but about many things through Simon went through, his “activities” not even his parents knew.
The reconstruction started, that in fact was the organization of the building yard at the future “Casa a Scanteii” (Sparkling House), “Casa Presei” (The House of Press) today, and that was made after a soviet project of the “Lomonosov University” but at lower scales. But this didn’t matter to Simon. What he was interested in directly was that they still got fences and guards at the future place of construction, but they used to bring continuously bricks on that vast field. Practically, the brick factories would send all the bricks in here and if they could sell they would have sold also to private industries. Our man, Simon, was “resting his feet” on a column of bricks and from that immensity of bricks columns you could hear an agitation beyond description. At an instance a man with a cart gets close to Simon and from chit-chatting Simon sells the brick he was sleeping on with 35 lei cash/piece.