duminică, 25 septembrie 2022

Permaflow 15, Smithsonian - http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html

Permaflow 15, Smithsonian http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/03/realini-in-newsweek-participant-in.html

 

 

The lunatics placed the headquarters of the National Peasants’ Party under siege, because Iliescu had told me so and this was the cult leader that resembled Trump in a few ways, mainly because he talked shit, and the fans loved it, and obeyed all the directions he had given them, even if it included violence, just like the Orange Idiot made his followers do on January 6, in 2021, when the cave men attacked The Capitol…

 

In 1990, in the first part of the year, we have had a number of attacks on the capital, with miners coming down on trains, travelling about four hundred kilometers to defend their king, they had a slogan they liked, when Iliescu shows up the sun rises, which rhymes in the local tongue, and furthermore, they meant it…

We have watched from across the street, at Rossetti Square, how the mob was ready to take over and who knows, maybe, probably try to lynch the dissident, the brave man who had confronted the communist regime, spent seventeen (17) years in prisons, while the vile crowds were too afraid to do much, if anything, and now that people like me had fought to bring Ceausescu down gave them freedom, the savages were ready to show courage, in taking an old man to task and kick him, because their new despot said so…

 

In their defense, Ceausescu (in fact, I intended to put Iliescu here and came back to delete and replace, but I am leaving it here, because indeed, there is a difference between the two, but so much fucking similarity) and his sycophants insisted on the literal significance of what he had said, he did not task his crowds of adulatory primitives with killing the opposition leaders, but his inflammatory tone and words did that anyway.

We just watched because we were with the press, so we were there to observe and report, but we were also helpless, the hundreds of men (perhaps a few women and other were there, but this was an enraged mob of men, more than ninety percent brutish and monstrous) outnumbered and crashed the opposition

 

They would come down repeatedly, even as late as what, 1997, to impose their demands, leaders, and Primitive commune rules on the rest of us, because they could, they had the backing of the leaders, or the latter used this mob power to get their way and retaliate on the opposition, and in the summer of 1990, they nearly killed us, it looked like the trajectory of the bullet would have killed Adrian, my cousin and presumed best friend then (in retrospect, was he any kind of friend, never mind the best, seeing as around 1993 he would disappear completely, going to live in Argentina, wherefrom he would call a few times, but somehow he would have become an acquaintance largely, and a friend does not do that, at least according to this story I keep mentioning by Thomas Mann http://realini.blogspot.com/2021/09/the-magic-mountain-is-classic-that.html wherein he argues that love and friend are only seen in art, in real life, though we complain ‘there are no words to describe my love’, in fact, what we say is love does not correspond with the meaning, and so it is with friends)

 

Writing again about that period, I now realize that it could have also been me, for the car was moving by definition, and if the next day we looked in the engine and found a bullet and imagining the trajectory from the hole it made to the side where it stopped we said ‘oh, it was meant for Adrian’, now I see that this was a question of a second, and luck, some others would call it the Hand of God, or just destiny…

Before the bullet, things could have been serious and worse, calamitous, as we were in the…girls’ dormitory in Moxa, at ASE, the Academy for Economic Sciences, where we were thinking we will have a good time, for we had gone in there pretending to be covering events for the media (which in a way I was doing, on a general assignment, only that was time off) when in fact we were looking forward to meet some girls, get close to the ones we liked and use the journalist cover to get acquainted.

 

Yes, this is damn wrong, in this age, it was what, everything that is condemned, sexist, chauvinist, lying, pretending, signaling, I do not even know all the areas and definitions for what we did wrong, but these were different times and we had no idea that what we did was bad (which is no defense, when you break rules, true) and we went on asking what they think of events, how they feel about the change, was there any serious improvement, do they feel the commies are still in power, is there hope…

This was ironic, sarcastic, speculative, an effort to laugh at adversity and in the series Games People Play – which with this title is a classic of psychology by Eric Berne http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/09/games-people-play-by-eric-berne.html - we were at ease, happy to breathe in that atmosphere, with clever girls all around, some of them pretty, a few quite acerbic, and a number of them acting strangely, but we did not notice until it could have been too late…

 

Concerned about this questioning, which they took the wrong way, they had become suspicious, thinking we are agents of the regime in disguise, sent out to identify subversive elements and report on them, so that they would face retaliation, something along these lines and we have to remember that these were very troubled times, the new leader, Iliescu, was a former member of the CPEX or some other bulshit organization the Politburo or the equivalent and had gone into disgrace just because he had fallen with the big kahuna, the godfather of the bunch, Ceausescu, not because he had stopped believing in the old Bolshevik ideals, but it was a question of feeling threated – in fact, the pinko would succeed the red.

Iliescu was the Gorbatchev type of commie, had studied in Moscow and was also suspected to have loyalties there, conspiracies would insist that he had been recruited by the KGG and it was this outfit that had in fact manufactured the Romanian revolution, which otherwise would never have taken place…mamaliga does not explode, the polenta would not budge without some spark from the KGB, while others claimed it was the CIA…

 

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