– We, the ones that live in Hatvan aren’t so polite. We are more half-witted.
– You are just acting, I know for sure you are not moved in the Hatvan – the dressed up didn’t forgive him.
– And what if? I still get off there – the drunken guy cut him, after which he finally kept still.
– Sir, be a man! The dressed up inflames him.
At this the drunken guy turns his back, looks at the woman who from the discussion with the window ignored him, shakes his head and gets off the bus that in the meantime stopped. After him almost half of the bus population got off.
– Sit down! The dressed up asked me.
– Thank you, but I get off at the first stop – I answer.
– Come away, please sit down! I sit.
Sir, this is how people are these days! The dressed up continued. You fight a life time, you work out to educate them, they drink a glass of plum brandy and all the teaching and education is for nothing …
In that moment, a man of nearly 50 years old, short of stature, with the face red, particularity of wine drinkers and the agility that only wine could give, rushes over me. I didn’t know him and I didn’t understand what he wanted, moment in which the dressed up addresses.
– Who was working, you … bastard …were you? … You, who has lived close to one’s belly … at the security unit?! Aren’t you ashamed of yourself, you pig?!
I was put in a particular situation, an unpleasant situation. I leant down as to leave the words to pass over me, to whom it was addressed, so it won’t beat me also.
– Hey, you shut up! I know who you are, you over come yourself, I’ll fix you up! The dressed up replies to the one with the face red from wine.
– You don’t address me with you – the wine drinker says – you address to me with Sir …you idiot! You somehow think I am afraid of you, you zombie! Take a look here and see some worked hands! That’s why I’m not afraid of you! Let me see your fit chew mittens and remember that who works doesn’t fear you and your “brave” bandits!

The bus stops in the station, I get off … My soul was heavy. Then, when you want to find the truth, a small truth, the world cuts off, pulls back. But then a glass of wine, of alcohol, is enough to find out about true adventure novels, history in countless volumes, but more precisely the hour of that time you are living in, the “worm” that crunches each one of us and which they “free” when drinking.
The next day I see the “educated drunk”, the one that didn’t get to apologize to the lady from the bus, driving a car through town, a barrow with engine, what else … a traveled man …
– Yes, you can find out a lot of strange things in a trip like that, as short as it could get!
– Listen, now, that we still have some way to go –Buia Toma continued- and my feet can’t bear longer, I would tell you another story with the boy of this bus driver, who became a driver too.
– If you have the pleasure, please tell me.
– It is known that the human kind is a high-minded being and if we analyze this a little, a man, in its lifetime, related to the universal clock, is nothing, inconceivable small. We could say that at its immensity, of universe, the human kind is nothing more than a crumb. This fact cannot satisfy his EGO, the inner man, so for his huge passage through this world, in which he wants to satisfy his high-minded of superior entity, concluded that: “A man didn’t live his life for nothing if he built a house, bed a tree and raised a child”
The fair from “Rodna” is an event of mark, which repeats weekly, for every Saturday, although that in fact it’s just an ordeal for those who attend it. On the other hand, it’s a big shame not attending it, not being seen there, not being able to have something to talk about on Sunday before the movie, or the ball, about what you have seen at the fair or did at the fair, bought at the fair.
The fair takes place on a small street of few meters long and about 4 meters wide. Through this dike, tunnel or bottleneck, from 5 o’clock in the morning till 11 o’clock around 3-5 thousand people are on the rack, natives or people that come from other villages.
In this way getting to make this distance can be achieved only by stepping a meter in one minute, due to the continual face-back perturbation, at which even if you don’t want to participate, you are enforced to, being wired at this multitude of people on going.

Depressed, with your hands full of luggage, shopping, for most of the time you ask the seller itself to take the money from your pocket, having no other option in settling your order. And eventually, on the same small street are placed the common interest institutions: PTTR, the restaurant, the old inn and others.
The particularity of this fair is that here you can buy for a term, the payment of your goods being unnecessary at the moment. You can bargain having any money. At the overdue time you show yourself with the money, with your products or if you bargained for work, to finish your duty working.
If a man sells a sheep, you can order the part of the animal that interests you for buying. You come back in half an hour and you can have it. Meanwhile the sheep was sacrificed and you can leave with the piece that belongs to you. People “attend each other”, how they use to say around here.
All these were much known for Marie. Since Josef came back from the army, with a driver’s license, she is attending all the fairs, takes the shopping that she wished for, every Saturday.
Usually the vegetables are brought from “down”, how people around here use to say about the ones that live on the flat side. With or without any concern, Marie was riding by car all day.
Josef had a car as good as new, it was a Z.I.S that they would clean together. They have known each other since Josef was a helping driver. Her house, more exactly her parents house, is placed upgrade and near it pass all the cars. The cars pass with a lot of speed and almost all the drivers look outside the cab’s window “to listen” the engine, to hear the way it’s “getting stronger” on the way up, at this speed. Marie was watching them all, just like in a magazine.
And seeing her constantly, seeing the same face, the same feature, from the same balcony, Josef started to like her.