At evening, HE and SHE, came back from Iran and showed up at TV, along the prime minister (the one that next day will kiss his hand just so he won’t be left in the middle of the revolted crowd. There was also HIS brother, last president of CAP “Scornicesti”, by that time a high secretary of PCR, surrounded by those two flags, one of the country and the other of the party and explained that: “gangs of law breakers, spies and other hussies started a mound of violence by breaking shops, stealing and burning, creating panic in “Timisoara”. By now things look credible since we were so hunger that the step from being hunger to being a law breaker was not big. How this gangs of bandits got so big, over 100.000 of people, was not told.
Maybe sometimes our memory plays tricks on us, showing us things on fragments. Otherwise there is no explanation why our reactions are sometimes exactly opposite than what normally would be. That’s how things happened with the defunct. Hearing about this multitude of people, of the thousands and hundreds of people, he probably thought he was in 1968, when “the Russians got to Czechoslovakia” and when Bucharest’s population and of all the country gathered ad hoc in front of the Headquarters Committee from Bucharest and of the local regions, to tell them and all the Romanians what happened and what we will do in this kind of situation. That’s when people started to appreciate and adulate him, and declaimed his name. Now “the guy” handled an arranged and imposed congregation that “had to” manifest disapproval and express disagreement towards what was happening in “Timisoara”, towards those bandits. Now, as many other times, Romanians did not do their homework, conscientiously. It went out exactly the opposite than what he assumed. Nobody wanted him as a leader anymore. I was telling you only about “him”, as “Pacepa” in his book did not quite blamed “him” only “her”. He was saying that “she (Elena Ceausescu) is the head of all means from this country”. In this case, people did not make mistakes in selecting. They hoot them all. He was tired of everyone, and … everything …
That morning, radio news was ambiguous and censored. At about 11 o’clock I couldn’t bear staying at school without any news and I ran home to try “Free Europe”. On my way I went to a shop to buy bread. We “don’t use to keep” white bread. Black bread was medium corn flour and it had a taste of buck. With all the annoyance I bought one.

What else is there to give to your children for a meal? I saw a portable radio (because the electrical shut down were more than twenty per day, people oriented on “batteries”). I took it and turned it on. It was exactly when they decree “the state of need”, people stupefied from what they were listening not knowing what was to come. I left them and went home. Those days I asked my mother in law to stay with us considering the fact there was no wood, heat or hot water and I got, from year 1987, a stove from an air shaft and when we were colder we used to make a fire in the bathroom heating the flat from the pipe’s power. They assumed that 18° C were enough to heat the flats. There were flats that haven’t been heated more then 10°C ever. Must was blooming on the ceilings and on the walls. I entered the house as a storm, as my mother in law bewared so that I won’t put her down and I was “like a shoot” at the TV. It may have passed years since any TV shows were broadcasted that hour in case there wasn’t a business call of “him”. My mother in law was staring at me as at “the one far from home” whispering something and crossing. I changed my clothes quickly and took a stand in front of “the world’s window” that wasn’t “spinning” as a cat; it was sizzling, with any show. And then suddenly the signal was on and with a hardly gasp on their breath: “Dinescu, Caramitru”and on the second plan, “Sergiu Nicolaescu”, surrounded buy a fuzzy and big group of people. “Dinescu” was the most “smothered”. “Caramitru” presented us “Dinescu”, the one that people knew only from “Free Europe” where his activity and the fact that he was a dissenter in the country were presented. This is how “Caramitru” expressed himself: “I came at the television on a tank. He is the poet you heard of and that you can also see now, “Dinescu”. He would like to inform you about a very important announcement”. Then “Dinescu”, hardly gasping his breath, expressed this words: “Ceausescu run off with a helicopter from the Central Committee at 12:55 o’clock (or it may have been 12:55 o’clock when he shard this words). We are free! The nation got the power. Dealing more with this type of extreme situation, “Sergiu Nicolaescu” came closer and made a full opening of the events in the same time asking for people’s and army support (let us not forget that the army shoot down, both in “Timisoara” and Bucharest, manifestants).

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.