At the beginning he was happy, with the money they gave him according 22 Ordinance, the 15 salaries, and he thought he would cover “all the holes”. Only after he got the money he realized that in fact the number of holes grew up to a huge hole; the daily family meal, of the five mouths. I told you he is very hard-working. That’s how it is. He took his ragbag and through the country. He wasn’t thankful with what he got; he first went to Czech then to Poland and later to Israel. Stupid he isn’t, hard working as three, but the taps were already formed. From all he worked for others he hardly could feed his children. This fact was getting him out of his mind. Through were he has been all the bad ones sheltered. He told me that the Romanians that left he country, some from in here too, had nothing else to do (the police was looking for them) they were coming to them, teaching them something about the language, habits and when they had to get the money they would organize in gangs, beat them in their bedrooms or cabins and took them their last money. Relu got it too, right before coming home. He “earned” something, they smelled him and if he fought them and didn’t give them the money, they broke his hand.
Now he is staying at home in an almost thundering rage both because he is inactive but for the adversities that accumulate having no money to live his life from a day to another. I see this daily, I help him sometimes too with very little because actually I don’t have from where but I pity him, his convulsion, that I haven’t got the chance to know. So much harm was never surrounded our houses. In fact he was horrified from earlier, from when the ordinance with the discharge of “the bad components” was given by the collective. One of his helpmates being regarded by such ways of getting people off, expulsion form the working collective, without any other rights, he put dynamite in his pocket and left with Relu through Baia. A friend recognized Relu a bit. At a few steps his friend made the electric contact with the explosive and his whole body powdered in the city.
– Mister Buia, I am sorry for all this, and the others too, his “twin” Thomas cheered him, but our hope is too in the new elections when the ones that now impoverished us will become history, believe me when I tell you that I never thought there could be so many adversities on humans until they brought us all this and with no preliminarily “training”. Maybe they have a good life now, but all the curses of the needed mothers with many children or the widows will get them eventually. Let’s not loose our hope in God, because He pays everyone after what he deserves.

Just as I told you before, this boy, my son Relu, I loved him and I still love him enormously. I have noticed any kind of changes in him from the time of those two murders. People were convinced that He gave that ordinance but many were convinced that so much harm only She could spread. There was a time of full propaganda and ideology, time that coincided with the run off of one of the Central Committee member’s son in West, time in which the Secretary of Education Lady was relegated and not only her, on the motives of “ready-made conspiracy”, that was associated with a political sect. So, all these actions covered in that Ordinance had to “enlarge the political solidarity and unit around C.C.”. I don’t know how much they have enlarged and united around C.C. but, as you may know, instant examples had to be given, examples that had to be well sealed in the main organizations. One of the requirements of this unforgettable Ordinance was that: “if the actions of a member of a collective brings morale or material disadvantages to that collective, this can dispose the harm removal from the bases”. With other words; to get unemployed with the “I letter” if I’m not mistaking, letter that assures him any employment in any unit from the country.
Maybe today people laugh at this thought, but school directors were being unemployed and sent “for production”. What can a teacher do in the vehicle industry? Then a lot of people saw themselves “stigmatized” and discharged from their working place. At the mining units were no man left with this kind of assertion, mentioned above, so in order to give an example too, they looked for one or two persons to be “stigmatized”. One of them was a young helping mine digger, college and friend of my son. He was never missing, hard-working but he didn’t understand himself well with the wife, each one with his needs. It happened that in that time, Sandu, the man we were talking about, just recently gave his wife “a lesson”. This was enough to get him off his work. So he didn’t get the feeling it was too easy, someone advised his wife to “straighten him up” at the party. When he realized he went too far he didn’t talk to anyone anything. He meat Relu, whom he called out for a beer in Baia. Relu had something to do in town and he went. They drunk a beer, got out of the bar and the man with whom Relu had to meet came. Sandu told him that he would wait for him at the Violeta tea room.

They got to exchange a few words when they heard a detonation that could have fractured his ear drum, after which he was splattered with the blood and flesh remaining from his old helpmate. Then Relu realized that Sandu had in his pocket dynamite and that a battery made the priming contact. Those actions from a pleasant talk to a war detonation, the splatter with his friend and helpmate blood had terrified him deeply. For many months he didn’t talk to anyone. He was walking all by himself and I was very afraid that he might revenge his friend in the same way.
He probably didn’t do this because he was pursued by the Security for a long time with the questions: “Where did Sandu get the explosive?” “Who gave it to him?” “If he didn’t want …?” other questions that they put in there you can imagine, what an “attendance oasis” the Security is.
You see, since then any discussion from father to son, form man to man, helpmate to helpmate haven been between us and his suffering was spreading to us in abundance.
In that moment we got at the gate and entered the yard. People along with the priest were already in there and they were sitting at the table. They set too. He priest told the prayer; meanwhile Relu got close to Buia and told him something in a whisper. He may not have told us, but on our way I noticed that Buia is “strong in ears”. In that moment Relu punched him with his right hand between the eyes, the man he raised him, Buia felt down. Then he started to hit him like a lunatic with his feet. People were mused. A few jumped and pushed Relu trying to get Buia Thomas up. With the least effort he got left, spoke up:
– Don’t get me up. Turn me over so that I can see my heart, my soul, that I loved as my own self and I don’t even know why I deserve this treatment from him.
With tears in his eyes standing on a side he was looking speechless at what he had and what he cherished the most in this world, at Relu, at HIS child. Relu went running, screaming over the hills, to Purcaret …
At the hospital doctor got over themselves but Buia’s body was too out of repair from the hard and unhealthy work, from the life he had taken, so the medicines could fight and bear against the diesis and suffering he went through.
In winter Buia died.