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August 13th, 2009 | Scriitor:

They didn’t tell us anything, they didn’t give us anything, not even a bit of hope! A friend of mine got the chance to run to Hungary where the first „course of formula 1” from the socialist countries was initiated, friend that didn’t miss the chance to tell me that : „he pisses on my patriotism”, was telling stories like, „in there” you can buy the sausage (a good one) and the meat „to an ounce”, as for us, Romanians, we have the right in one year to stay for four times, all day long in an endless row. Some of these products we were able to see only from time to time, otherwise, there were happy days, to get a small quantity of meat by-products. Products that were prohibited in those times. At 8 o’clock the „him and her” TV show, used to start, show in which most of the time was mentioned „their effort” for the success of the country, that for certain was considered „their personal” success. What else were we supposed to do if they „did EVERYTHING”? Today, while we are mentioned how many days we have to year 2000 in those times, we were used to be mentioned how many days there were until „the anniversary of him or her” were. After this they mentioned how many days have past from the “big event”. Seeing that “the line” of the show goes on, I shut down the TV, coming back to the thoughts that harass me daily: “From whom could I buy four cans of meat, to send my daughter at the Faculty?” Nobody was telling me anything.
The whole demonstration at the country level, has germinated a lot of doubts and questions regarding our living, with the final conclusion that: a better living while we are lead by “HE and SHE” could not be possible. Every morning, pupils will wait for me in front of the class door with impatience. They were probably thinking that the class will go on with stories about “the good living after this – eventful – day”. I entered the class room and “ accourding to the schedule” that they imagined, the first question was launched : “Teacher, what does it mean that we have paid our external debts?” A lightning stroke my memory. With a few weeks earlier, one of my old pupils, that by now was still serving in the army, was sitting at the door of my flat.
-”Sandu”, what are you doing here? I asked the soldier.
-You know, teacher, I have a list with a few people that I have to check if they are home. You can find yourself on this list.
-”Sandu”, we were in a good relation while you were a pupil. Why didn’t you knock at the door, to get in? Do you believe is nice to eavesdrop?

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-Please excuse me, I would also like to see you, to change a few words, but we aren’t allowed to communicate with the people from the list, so … we cannot contact the ones that are being followed.
-What do you mean when you said followed?
-This is reality. I don’t know for what reason, in fact these lists are being changed everyday for the same reason I believe. We aren’t supposed to know and to have any kind of relationship with the persons we check. I come for the second time at your door …
-It’s fine “Sandu”, is not you who I’m angry at, this is our country…nowadays.
After a few seconds from this check, the eight year old child from my school arrives with another question :
-Father, doest God exist? What does, believing in Him, mean? The way that the question was formulated and told by the child, was obvious that the one that “conceived” the question knew God exists. He was interested only about the second part of the questioning, for which I was in a way forced to answer:
-”Mihaita”, do you have a father?
The child stared at me. He probably associated me in his mind with the “person” that asked him the same question and I appeared to him even more abstruse, most of all because he was asking for my help.
-Well, am I not your father?
– A …yes…sure…
-What do you think, did I have a father?
-Well…yes, of course you had…
– Then you understand that my father also had a father.
-Of course he also had a father…
-And it also existed the father of our father…
-Now I am sure that it existed.
-Well, you see? The first father was OUR FATHER, of all of us. During this conversation I continuously asked you if you “believe that the fathers” had father? All the answers you given me were affirmative, that means you were sure about that, that anyone has a father, familiar as I am, with respect and faith in the FATHER OF OUR FATHER.

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Time has passed after this conversation but in short time my child gets back from school (only God knows what school has become nowadays, a blackmailing tool for the parents) with a small paper “given by his teacher” on which was printed, that: “in case of a traffic accident of my son, I am responsible of that accident”. I ask you to believe me that from that moment the world became for me … grey. In such way I have chosen the schools were my children will learn that they wouldn’t have to cross any streets with heavy traffic. In stead of other parents that choose: their favorite teacher, the foreign language that is allowed in, the number of computers that the school has, its performance in time and who knows what other claims they would put forward according to what they missed from their own school. As I was telling you, that was my only criterion: my child to be safe in his way to school and home, and now I receive this sheet of paper with this printed on. I was speechless in front of my child. I retired breaking the psychic blackmail object. These thoughts flashed my brain when that pupil asked me that question at which any flinch weren’t allowed and the answer had to be of any ambiguousness:
-Guys, did you watch TV last night?
-Yes, we did.
-Do you remember, was the story for children broadcasted?
-No.
-The story wasn’t broadcasted? So, nothing happened.
-No. In this case, no.
-Then is it clear that nothing happened?
-???
The day of 17 December from year 1989, happened to take place on a Sunday. As the school was ending on the day of 22, in order to avoid the heavy traffic, the pupils from the near counties were already leaving the boarding school, fact that left the school from the usual noise place in a true oasis, days that came out like a balsam for the teachers, strained in all this 14 weeks, now having the chance to take a break, that was even more efficient than the holiday itself because of the satisfaction from the well done work, finished in good terms and giving them the chance to remember the childhood eventfulness, spent in this time of the big fests and in special occasions.

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