The figure of those three literati in those tense and full of incertitude moments it was for me like a balm. If someone asked me whom I wished to see for the first time in the frame of this new world that was growing in those moments, I believe no figure of politician, soldier, priest or whatever it may be, wouldn’t bring my soul so much peace than this three literati brought me, altogether and truthful people, with a great audience among public.
Because of the impulse caused by the Television, in Baia Mare: “You all get out on the marketplaces and fill the town hall”, people went out on the streets, forming a big reunion, but in lack of a leader …they were waiting. After a long time spent in discussions and debates, a proposal was certified: “We split in two. A group fills the County’s Council (County’s Committee of the Party), and the other will have to fill the Security”. Nothing happened to anyone, there wasn’t any kind of opposition. Even where they meat soldiers, security men, they co-operated with the “revolutionists” that took the weapons and some papers (nobody knew it’s use) and they installed themselves in the two buildings. The groups becoming louder than before and more autocrats got also to the town hall. Someone (the administrator) asked them: “What do you want?”
-The books and pictures with Ceausescu, to burn it!
-Ok. I will give it to you but you have to take it from the frame so it won’t break. The frames are on bill.
-Good, and they started with careful to take out the portraits and burn it. Bale fire came out from the masters “creation” and portraits. People amused themselves when “creations” and portraits of her, the “academician”, appeared, giving them a sort of satisfaction when breaking it.
This is how the first day ended. At evening everybody went home. That supposed leader didn’t show up so nobody had any idea of what to do, even more, the so called time-serving people showed up, trying to stand on their own, starting to guess what kind of benefits one could get from this type of situation. Once the damage was done, the simple man calmed down and attended his usual own matters. This simple man was the first to make a mistake. He didn’t know he won’t have peace until HE, HIMSELF WON’T FIND NEW MASTERS TO THRON. This “action” was lead from behind by the ones that wished to become the NEW MASTERS. At evening they went home satisfied, walking through were they wished and taking what they wanted. True dramas were being consumed at the parties eating house and storages. A child “got” to have one banana but because he had never seen one before, he wanted to throw it away. That is when the older ones began to cry.

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”.

The “Baia Mare” revolution was boiling. Committees that lasted for hours, some for days, were made, they were complaining, they were almost speaking like “Ratiu”: “Vote for me”, otherwise they’ve done it all, including the armed threats. First rumor of big interest: “the dam is poisoned” (how much poison is needed for 17, 6 millions of m³ of water) made people go from indifference to panic. This news was diffused by four young men from an ARO, with a tricolor, kicking and screaming on the city streets “the news day”. After a few hours, the second news was: “The Security Unit from “Somcuta Mare” attacks “Baia Mare”, nobody having any doubt about it.
The newspaper “For Socialism” was taken over by one who has been “at the propaganda” and who did not stay for too long in there. The newspaper changes its name and becomes (after Scanteia and others) of the nation, in the end continuing to stay on what it’s today.
The real battle for power was taken at the Municipality Committee, where “the presidents” were being changed almost daily, if not at least once a week, until the army got the power, in fact a lieutenant colonel that with a little support from people got to stay till the elections took place. Hardly, considering the people, the society and the brawlers wanted quick and concrete changes. When the person that “leaded” the group from the security building got at the Municipality Committee, a hard woman, that “before” used to be a sort of an organizer for the activities of UTC, stops him:
-Where are you going?
The short guy and massive in the same time, confident in him and “the ones from behind” that accepted him as a boss after the immixture from the security, bawled at her, in a different manner of decency that had to be given considering his license (he was a teacher).
– Listen, lady, I was invited here and you are trying to stop me? By that time the “supporters” were “moving on”, “giggling” like any other man.
– STOP! The woman shouted with a voice of a thunder. I respect man as a specie and I am religious even before the Free Europe motto (in fact of “Maloux”) which brings the sentence of: “21 century will be a faithful one or it won’t be at all”, but if this thing, faith, wouldn’t have been placed in the Holy Bible, you would have known me different.