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.