One day, none of the employers could join Simon at the fair. Alone and somehow angry, he left to sell a cart full of apples. He sold the apples, the cart with the oxen for good, all at a good prize and maybe the employer is still waiting, even until today, for Simon to come back with the oxen cart and the money for the apples …
– Nowadays, a friend interrupted Buia, at what we are living, at this “wonderful” economics transformation, of laws and why not of mining too, there are some occurrences that fit perfectly with the words: “shoot at a pigeon and kill a crow”. Many have looked forward in “catching the clue” of the transformation but they realized that the plan of the reform is the type of: “dropping a brick”.
The mining fellowship was indebted. The mine diggers, indifferent to “where they will end” were the ones that had to “bear the troubles” as the old “mining combatants”. Their lay down started. Who would have thought then that in a horizontal economics development, if a single link breaks, if the circle cracks, nothing else turns round, continuously. The mining fall down meant the break down of the national vehicles industry of construction, at the low consumption of electricity, even in agriculture, with no other untouched place left. We may feel like smiling. Maybe we would even smile with pleasure if we weren’t sure that it would be a fake one. Through the break down of the economics infrastructure of Romania by those 15.000 specialists in only 200 days almost 23 millions of people (minus their parties’ members) became almsmen. It seems a lot and mistreated but after the mining energy power “felt down”, UMT, UNIO, “Roman”, “Tractorul” and many other industries that the country was proud with.
Our old leader understood in ’68 that is necessary to cover yourself against “friends”. He left to build strategically communications that would allow a fast disruption of the tropes in the centre of the country. Such road, from concrete was servicing some mining villages that today have through the flagging green crosses of grass grown between and the mountain streams sectioned it on the broadways making it impracticable. By closing the mines, population from the small mining villages and not to say about the mining cities population, left with any kind of occupation. Thousands of people were left with any kind of possibility of living, with any hope of realizing something and that something to be at least for the daily bread of their children. It is absolutely right that this tragedy doesn’t get at the so blasphemed palace (“Casa Poporului” , The Nation’s House) or at the office holders that were “algorithmic punished” after two years, while the country …The news that people get after ’89 are called: the coldness from inside the houses, assessments, salary (that became almost welfare), that aren’t necessary to come in time, efflorescence, TBC, suicides …

Two children from Cavnic were coming at school during winter two days each because they had a single pair of shoes. Let’s not say anything about the last ten years when nothing was built and those that have no place to live share the drainage with the …rats.
More than a million Romanians left the country and from the minority of the mining villages about 10 thousands Czechs left. Then the laws of ownership were given at the … owners. If the first dismissed people were those who: “we pretend working, they pretend they pay us” and a selection of the values was necessary, now when we have over two millions of unemployed people, there’s nothing more to say. This is the reform gentlemen …
– Mister Buia, I see it is hard for you to walk, I can’t say we are going better, since we don’t transcend in youth attributes anymore, but I have to tell you I stand with enough indifference the colleges chicaneries at their “giving age”.
Although there are some facts that annoy me deeply, most of all when it isn’t an addressed appellation but parts of conversations of some students to whom I happen to go by during break time through the yard or in the halls of the school. Not long ago were some adjectives that appreciated my character and that, I have to admit, flattered me, mostly when these words were told by a girl. From these adjectives the most used were: tall man, brown with brown sparkling eyes, well tight (not at the eyes) and other alike beautiful words, that were in fact real, why shouldn’t I admit it, I liked it. I felt good when I was hearing those words pronounced of young lips.
Now, maybe the most amiable young man or woman would use completely different words: “An old man, a little crooked, with his arms aggregated, grey-haired, problematic eyes, paled with the shading of tiredness, with a weakly step. Don’t get me wrong. I don’t envy the young ones. I have no reason for doing that; the ascertainment is that those words that used to define us in our youth found other owners, other bearers, we are only catching up what was left from our predecessors. That sometimes could mean nothing.
– Now that you have made a round-up about youth, Buia Thomas continued, I would like to also tell you how my first day of mining was.
I was on an ash pit in front of a gallery. I was looking at those people arranged in a circle, sitting on bricks, logs of wood or on a stone and that were eating their meal before entering the gallery.

I was sitting aside with my back at a tilting cart looking to do the same thing, to eat, but more undercover. I was constrained to “perform myself” in front of so many people that I haven’t known yet and that I was sure that were waiting for me to fail to be the next taken against the grain. From this point of view I did not liked them. I was alone and they were a shift. I was the one that did not know anyone, they all knew each other. They pretend they cannot see me. They left me alone, but I knew it wasn’t long till “they would baptize me”. This circular meeting with the meal service before entering the shift was as a new religion, as a state of being. Although most of the talking was “in shifts” there were issued, more concise than the origin of that ancient province, all the life and work problems of that specific “round”. From the way that the problems were “charged” you could guess the place or state of each individual in that society. This moment was more than a “good evening” or “enjoy your work” often used in other working man societies. Watching them, studying their acting I was questioning myself too. Was my place among them a mistake? Did I force my destiny, I thought I would live better, with less headaches? What would I become after some years among these men, knowing that in Romania only 5% of the working men “have chosen” this “profile”? Waking up from this stack of questions I notice that “the wheel” gets ready to enter the gallery. The meal was over, the bags with food were hanged on a carver and everyone was checking his lamp. At this level electrical lamps haven’t showed up yet, not even for the bosses. I was looking with interest how everyone was checking the lamps and I could say the each one “was making” this in his own way, but “that way” had a purpose. Later I realized that “making the lamp” means the way of using those 300 gr. of carbide. Some were basing on a big flame but for a short time, these were the trimmers from the transportation. For those that were working in the line the lamp was made by placing powder over the carbide to cover it well, this powder was soaked and the lamp was having a permanent flame for four hours, after which the lamp was made again and for most of the times it was interrupting. With the same method, the same time, and the same source of light. The engineers and locksmiths were infiltrating the carbide in oil or gas and it lasted for a longer time. As for the flame they were using the same method as the trimmers, the lamp with big flame, most of all because they and the master workmen had also spotlights that were “pushing” the spot light over 15-20 meters ahead.