This animalism in behavior may not have been observed by their fellow countrymen if it wouldn’t have happened in the “Holy Week”. The week in which people give up some of their adversities and become more sensitive, more liable to their fellow countrymen adversities, they all come together since, in the last time to many simple mortals have any kind of joy and the animalism from each of us “gets inside out”. Manifestations like the above becoming, if someone would afford to say this, public, have increased this “normal states” also because more people lose their job and especially their HOPE in life. Who would recognize in the man that we’ve talked about the mine digger that for five years had won the Socialist Competition, being proposed for decoration with the Labor’s Order. The battles received by the mine diggers and from mining in the last years have no term of comparison in all the history of mining from this country. Certainly that of all this facts History, statistics and the future will take care. What it cannot be seen and won’t be mentioned anywhere are the lots of stupid dead, inconceivable in which slowly, like some candles, people that first time put the bases of an empirical mining, of an industry on this lands giving it and its people a base, a purpose in the country’s economy, growing in something that a civilian would have never made and obviously that they won’t make, fade away. Developing and heading the mining on technologically and scientifically bases the industry of automobiles, electricity, rubber, metallurgy and many others started to prosper. These experts of mark requested by the entire globe, people that filled in the white places from all the mining, extraction and procession fazes. People that are respected by billions of people, decorated by the presidents that now got the chance to understand that all their knowledge are useful, being disabled from the bases producers line and passed in the line of the “discharged”, of people with any work place, of unemployed, helpless, people that in this life, their life, will have no work place. I think you can all realize how a global specialist would feel when he is forced by law to such statement. The young ones could still retrain but others …

– Gentlemen, if you don’t mind, continued “Buia Toma”, “marching with a few houses along”, I wish to also relate the story of a young man that even so is grey. I don’t know if it is a story of warning, but the young man you see in the house yard and who has his head grey was for a long time my helpmate and I want to tell you he is a remarkable worker, but … The boy in an easier disposition, told me the following: “I never enjoyed going to sleep after ten o’clock at noon. Of course that sometimes I happened to be late also. In this case next day I would be sleepy, sour, and moody all day and with any appetite for working and about the effects there cannot be anything to say. But not everything is after our will, and if we think of a little, more of this is after others will and only sometimes after own. That’s how it happened with me, a few days earlier. It was already at night when “Marioara”, the girl I talk to, calls me at her place. It wasn’t long before I used to go to sleep. “I have something to tell you”, she stops me from folding my tooling. I hesitate: “Dear, we meet tomorrow and we talk at leisure”. No one to talk to: “What I have to tell you, I want to tell you now”. I am looking to turn aside: “Marioara”, if we start a fight now we won’t finish it until the shift. Please, leave it for tomorrow”. “You always tell me this. Don’t hide after words. I want to tell you now!” What was I to do? I listened to some of her doubts, normal things of a pair of lovers, reproduced, not exactly indifferent after how much passion she put in her words, usual stuff and also maybe Maria was right in her posted jealousy, based on my lack of affection exclusively caused by my physical over- call at the mining work. In short words, the phantasm of “betrayal” occurred from Maria’s point of view over our love, love in which my fiancé was somehow possessive, a normal thing in the rural places. All her “argument” was an interpretation of a monolog. I wasn’t saying anything because there was nothing to say, but I did not want to exasperate her over the night, he telling needed no answer and I did not wanted to sit all night at a discussion that tomorrow will have no importance. Even more, in what Maria was saying, not for few times I agreed, because it was true I had few time to spend together, both because of my work at the mine and the works from the household that never have a schedule of dispose. From here and from all these she thought she was being “sacrificed”, “I don’t even care”, and other like this. The situation as it was presented will hardly find a solution because my waking up at four o’clock and coming back after three and a half in the afternoon didn’t mean a lot of time for “arguments”. What time was thereto be called your own time, or Maria’s? Few time, a lot then few … I was aware of that, but I had no other choice. If by any chance I managed to finish my work earlier, or there were such kind of works to be finished, I run for an hour or two to stay with Maria.

The big sadness was that having insufficient time we couldn’t afford, couldn’t dear to touch any kind of important discussion being incapable, in the time we had, to end it in a proper way. This lack gets us automatically at an atmosphere of doubt, incompletion, getting to discuss only the complaisance things, that just like everyone believes, were stereotype, but this is how our love was. In a completely different way things used to happen on Sunday. Yes, that was when we used to wallow for a while. We could benefit to go at a ball, to meet other pairs, we would watch a movie and I believe the most important thing was that we could clear up the arguments that have drag on over the week or that haven’t found the answers during the week. All this in quiet and peace, with no pressure of time and no fear like other sorts of discussions, that won’t find answers, which will bring suspicions and sadness in the coming days, will take place. So, even the discussions from this night, “short” arguments, ended like all arguments during the week “in a fish tale”. My contribution at this argument was only the physical presence, looking if it was possible, to calm her down if I couldn’t avoid the argument. With all these I got home in the middle of the night. After two hours of sleep, the alarm blew up my dreams, although the clock was only doing its job. I was worried about the lack of perspective. I could not see any type of improvement from this cycle of stupefaction enforced by life: change-sleep-household-love. Maybe if I would get married … And I wouldn’t think about it if I were older, but at 19 years old … not many marriages are made … Maybe just in … “Maieru”, not in here. Too soon to shut all the “doors” for the entire life … Lets not forget about the army that takes you away from near your young wife, that you will miss. I woke up from my bed broken-hearted as if I put my bones for “tenderize” a day before. All my body was in pain and I was lightheaded. I dressed up slowly and got out the house. As I opened the door I had the filling I was thunder-stricken, that’s how frightened I was. There was a downfall. It was raining hard and blasts of wind were raising the water in incredible places, from where all the exposed and less exposed things were being washed up. It was like even the air we had to breathe was gone leaving me breathless, looking for my future opened gate of breathable air. All these have frightened me unspeakably. This kind of enmity from nature was unacceptable. With my soul bent I jumped outside. After less than two steps I went back home. I was soaked. I changed my wet clothes and took others, for rainy days. I got the calcium carbide lamp ready. I fire the lamp when my mother wakes up.