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 …

The call of the producer, “Sergiu Nicolaescu”: that people should go out on the markets …to defend the revolutionary conquest (Who was craving for it?) didn’t wasted in van, doing probably the trick (in “Baia Mare”, too, his call gathered that group, that in the end divided) only that in here there was nobody to make a stand against …others, but in Cluj, the ensoul of Transylvania, there were SHOOTING, there were DIEING.
On December 22 after I got home and I turned on the TV, my soul weighted from a real patriotism (different form the one at the show, till then) and I was sure to leave to Cluj, to give a helping hand there. It was a matter that certified as time went by and it lasted until, after the revolution when the television presented the desperate situation of the crippled ones by that time that couldn’t be treated inside the country, their prosthesis could not be made having no money (from where?), they “became” something that nobody needed. They became annoying with all their needs. But before all this, before this sad episode of life, the whole country population was capable of supreme sacrifice. The life we had until then, the unbearable come back to the humbleness of the material things and spiritual feed, made most of us incapable of cherishing our own life and freedom. You must always remember that the first man shot from Cluj was a young student that went without fear in front of his so called criminals. He made this step with a unique apathy and carelessness, even depreciative. The firing party acknowledged him in his last moment that the value of life in this country, in that moment, was nothing. Otherwise how can someone explain this murder in which nobody had nothing to give and nothing to take?
The place of the future Orthodox Cathedral from “Baia Mare” was consecrated, few knowing (maybe not even the heads of the church) that people who wished to be build in its foundation existed, so that they could give a meaning to their insignificant life, that nobody else cherished. The feeling of vanity tears to pieces humans bursts beliefs, and then in that extreme point we were with the ethic, us the brave Romanian nationality.
Many did not even have the power and the will to tell once again to all PEOPLE that in order to be HUMAN first of all you have to respect your fellow; throwing their own lives … in death.

On these living themes, of any contemplation, my will was to jump in the battle, to give my life for any cause that would ask for it, when my wife got home.
Noticing the state I was in, she had no clue of what she was supposed to do in order to calm down, knowing that in that moment it was impossible for me to “turn back” from my way. Someone rings at the door. It was a tapestry worker that had to fix the couch from the hallway.
– Good evening!
– Hello.
– Sorry to bother you, I’ve heard that unusual stuff are happening in the country, as you are watching TV, can I join you?
-Yes. Please, be welcomed. And we turned the TV on so we could see these things.
-Are you sure I am not bothering you?
-How come? These things involve everyone.
My wife quickly takes out a bottle of plum brandy (a last minute idea), so that he can see we aren’t upset with him, and serves us both. I take my camera and what I thought was important I recorded on the film. With all the shocking images shown at TV, the superposed messages over the image presented the participants from all over the country and all those movements in general made us believe that: “Romanian Television broadcasted live the revolution”. The drinks cumulated while the revolutionary from inside me was continuously imbibing after the retrace of the images in time, made by Brates and others. It seems that my wife’s calculation did not fail. In the end I went to sleep knowing that I will see Cluj… in December 29, when “the cold and fear” train stopped in Cluj. From it some got off, only some… Why not everyone? With my finger nail I scrape the carriage window from the ice deposed to it. Yes, we are in Cluj… It’s the final station. All the passengers should get off. Yes, but I see they don’t… I don’t get this “part”… I put my hand on the luggage and hand lamp (even in this type of city the movable lighting is necessary). I get off. Few passengers that got off the train hurry to leave the train station. I did the same thing. All people that leave the train station have the tendency to “throw themselves” at any type of transportation vehicle. I love too much Cluj to just travel in the speed of the railway.