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Permaflow 16, Fox http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/02/unique-in-world.html?q=unique+in+the+world

 

 

We were in the Moxa dormitory, enjoying ourselves and anticipating ever more joy, but things were taking a wrong turn, we would later learn from Otilia (if that was her name) that the girls were preparing a (literal) grilling, sure that we were somehow working for the government, the secret branch or some outfit collecting political information, when all we had wanted was to see how and if we could get close, not even spiritually, penetrating their minds for some insight into whatever they could concoct as a way to undermine a regime we anyway loathed, in other words, we were clearly on the same side of the political divide, and in the ten percent of the population that would not vote with Iliescu for that matter, if not necessarily on the same level in seeking intimacy, if possible, Carnal Knowledge, a marvelous film with Jack Nicholson http://realini.blogspot.com/2017/07/carnal-knowledge-written-by-jules.html

 

The bints we were entertaining were getting ready for torture, in that the plan was to get the iron used for clothes, heat it and put it to my face, first threatening to use it if I do not confess that I am a dirty spy, asking them questions to get their political views and then have that used against them by the authorities…now that I recall this, I am having some fun on account of the fellow that I used to be and his antics.

Marcel Proust is for me the greatest writer, sometimes I place Somerset Maugham on the same level, or coming a close second, and I remember Proust saying that we are a different person, and we have to keep that in mind when we look back and wonder at the enormities we have been thinking, the weird, often wrong, sometimes disastrous things we did, the absurd choices and the close encounters we missed, but that is just as wondering about what a stranger does, because we are somebody else now and we have just as little in common with that fellow we ‘were’ decades ago as we the fellow next door, with his moustache, embezzlement of public money with  which he has gotten a BMW, pool and all the accoutrements of a nabob, an oligarch that has stolen from the public purse http://realini.blogspot.com/2013/06/un-amour-de-swan-by-marcel-proust.html A La Recherche du Temps Perdu

 

I wonder what the reaction would have been, if I had said, pressed on with the hot iron, ‘look girls, all I ever wanted from you was to get into your pants, especially you, the one with the big breasts, or maybe you, the slim dark girl over there…’ and they would hit me hard with the torture instrument for my perversity, if not for my political orientation, and yes, in the age of political correctness and cancel culture, this would be inadmissible and I would have my prospects of publication annulled, if there were such a perspective, as there is no hope for that, we can go on with the story, remembering the aforementioned, that I am a different fellow now, if not a good man, to quote the brilliant novel by Roddy Doyle, The Van http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/07/the-van-by-roddy-doyle-finalist-for.html

We escaped the maiming, which is in fact better said I did, and we took the car and drove through a city invaded by the miners coming from Petrosani and other ‘shit holes’ to quote the idiot Trump, called in by Iliescu to crash the opposition and we were glad that the car had the right identification for the time of the Cholera, since it was used as a  guarantee from Stefan Dascalescu, who was supposed to buy something smashing from the West and bring it back, shining and in perfect order, ready to rumble…

 

One day, I had had a call from Stefan, telling me he has a marvelous deal for me, now that he is going on a trip to Switzerland – he may have missed the name the destination, but the wreck he would bring had Swiss registration plates, I am getting ahead, and I need to get back to how I met this Don Juan de Marco, local version of De Niro, while on tour for the ONT aka National Tourist Office, when we were assigned on two buses, doing the same itinerary, and on this party, we met two girls from Sheffield, England, and I partnered with Claire and Stefan with her companion, and we had a good time.

Mind you, we did not immerse into a foursome or some swinger beano, but we formed some close relationships – incidentally, maybe we get to this in more detail later, the only thing close to a threesome would happen later, with one of the richest guys in the land (maybe top twenty now, but evidently not in the days of Ceausescu) during an outing to the coast, in a hotel in Neptun, where we had sex with the same woman, while we were all three in the same room, details to be placed on the blog http://realini.blogspot.com/2022/02/unique-in-world.html?q=unique+in+the+world eventually – together…

 

We have taken the guests from the airport to Lebada aka The Swan, in the south of the capital, near the Pantelimon Lake – which would become a favorite spot of mine, and I would take Miss Romania, the first in almost a century, to that beano and this is where I would tell her that I had fallen in love and she would be going ‘hm, let me think about it’ and then we would have an affair that I would need to delve into later, but in this short prequel, teaser, trailer I notice I do not put love affair, because there would be doubts about that –and right there, on the first night, I would hit it off with Claire and would continue this little romance (if that is the word) through the tour, for about a week in the country.

Then she would go to the Black Sea, in Mamaia, to spend time on the beach in the plan, but she would travel with her friend to Bucharest, where we had some adventures, while…driving, because I had had no driving license at that point, Claire’s friend-  let us call her Martha, I do not remember her name, and allowed just friend to slip in, thinking I would not need to name her, but since she is coming back into the picture, we need an invented identification – had to do the driving, she was in fact an ambulance driver, only to be overwhelmed by the traffic restrictions imposed whenever Ceausescu and his caravan would come into the city and we would be bullied to move not just quickly, but instantly into the remote corner of the street or avenue and she could not understand (who could) how the police could be so aggressive, to the point where they were very close to crashing into cars and provoking serious accidents, damage, wounded, but that was the system, it was all for the Big Brother.

Dear Beloved – the most loved son of the nation was actually one of the leit motifs and we heard this ad nauseam on the television program, which was just two hours long in the last years of the tyranny, all dedicated to the despot and his shenanigans – would die in 1989, on Christmas, shot by a firing squad and I am proud to repeat that I had taken part in the Revolution that would bring his end and this was covered in a few lines in the Newsweek copy which had the dictator on the cover, in an article by Michael Meyers

 

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