In a few days ago my neighbor knocks my scale is customary in the University Square protest.
-Come with me in University Square to protest and you! To show your dissatisfaction with the dictatorship! he says. Especially since you have cut pension! Since you have left ten million five!
-But how do I do? I am old. I barely stand up. And it's cold outside. And I am the heart ...
-Leave that to get around. Go underground. Hurry! I zoreşte him.
And start to dress, resting răsuflând me with frequent breaks and hard while my neighbor inimosul revolutionary soul I keep a tight and I supervise the lobby. At one point you hear me crying:
-Do you somehow not on your weapons!
-What do you mean ... guns? I say baffled. I had no weapons in my life! In the army, when I was a soldier I lost my gun and not have put any hand weapon by the end of military service ...
-Do not have weapons, neighbor! That daggers, knives ...
-Well, I ...
-Yes? he said mimicking distrust.
Then came up to me, my body control is touching me up and down faster than an ability policeman outfit that knew him not, then at some point stops a moment, frowned, put his hand on my in your pocket and metal objects out there which I never separate.
-But that is? he called suspicious.
-It's my nail!
A leave home! Is a white nail gun! You can tweak with it a gendarme! It can hurt!
-With nail clippers? I say surprised.
-Yes. The nail! Our motto is "No violence". Let it's late! ... But what? Are you crazy? it terrifies him. I have visions or seized the stick?
-Well ... yes! I say baffled. How to go otherwise? It's my stick ...
He approaches me, I take the stick out of hand and start to examine it carefully:
-This is the stick? You say that this subject which is about one meter long is a stick? Look! ... Polished teak E! The pommel of steel! Well with this, neighbor, you can put down half of the Romanian Gendarmerie, man! This is not a cane! E steel crowbar that you can break concrete pavement! E bulumac that can knock shields police, is that you can ram the gates of a city break! It's anything but stick! No offense, neighboring the University Square but we do not need violence! Peaceful demonstrators in November! To be sure! So let the stick home! If necessary, you go lean on me ...
Having no choice, the soul full of sorrow, let the stick against the wall near the door and go after the man without whom I could fall in violation of thousands of times.
While descending the elevator on the fourth floor of the building where I live, my neighbor turns to me and said doubtfully:
-I forgot to ask: do you have these to you, hidden in the collar pins with pins? I hope you are not of those guys who bites women by means of transport ...
-A, no! Absolutely not! I say horrified by snares set that once you fall out of the house.
-But the hand you hold?
-Well ... a tricolor flag ... paper! Inga voice I died, for fear of being slid back down the slope violence.
-Flag, flag, but the handle is wooden and can go very well in the eye of a policeman! My neighbor says.
Then I snatch the flag hand off his wooden handle two plastic rings and throw it and catch it on my flag hat, squeezing it under the ribbon.
-That's fine! He says thanks! Begins to resemble the ciumpalac!
Along the way, the subway, it is my instruction:
-Door neighbors, look out! The University Square are all kinds of provocateurs who urges you to scream all kinds of anarchist slogans as "Down with government!" "Down with Basescu!" Etc! We are limited by these thugs that calls for violence. Stay with me and crying and I cry! And do not make any obscene gesture! I hope you do not have habits of these ...
And here I am concerned suddenly suspicious.
-Woe to me! I protest. Do not do that!
-Very good! Because we are serious and peaceful protesters! And another thing: do you have metal blachiuri the boots?
-I have boots! I overshoes! I say the voice died, paralyzed with fear at the thought that the port can pass an act overshoes thugs in University Square.
-All right, I reassured him. I see that already trembling with rage. Do not grab you somehow hit gendarmes ...
-Shiver, not anger. I do not want to hurt anyone ...
-That's good. Now he takes the ball here. So. Blow on it and link it with this thread.
Grab the ball and try to breath in it but it umflu fail, the effort is more than my strength. Damn amazing resistance against the ball and push back my neck all the air to grab it stick in it. In a moment of inattention subway turns left, I lose my balance, get out of hand ball and collapse the wagon floor. World salt hurried me standing up again. A young woman asked me if I'm wrong and give me to taste a bottle of coca-cola. My breath and tell my fiery neighbor
-Blow up the balloon you that I can.
What he does, then I handed him. The balloon has a curious, almost indecent, on the edge offending public morals. It luuung, long, thick as the hand, slightly curved up and hesitate to take it, but my neighbor whispers in my ear and lit at once, driving me any embarrassment:
-It is not what you think! Does this form so we can shout at policemen: "We have balloons, we have sticks!"
Ah, I think it's a great idea ...
-It? neighbor says a triumphant smile on his face.
Finally, get out of the subway up to University Square and wake up to the knees of a gendarme as the Colossus of Rhodes standing. Giant shield that keeps in hand is somewhere above us. I can move on easily among trouser gendarme and to penetrate the crowd is behind it, but my neighbor and I nod elbow makes me cry with him. So I start to shake flasks and to chant all they both looking up: "We have balloons, we have sticks! We have balloons, we have no sticks! "
Goliath in front of us move less surprised looking left and right, then his eyes go down and gives the eyes new addition to his boots. Carefully pull their feet as not to negligently walk in and go, finally, beyond, then enter the lot where thousands of voices shouting, roaring, chanting all sorts of slogans. On a large placard reads "A whore, a midget and a blind / And mocked the people!" On another: "Get out, cur ordinary." Many of the people shouting "Down with government! Basescu down! "
-These people that I see my neighbor explains me are people who do not honor the true violent protesters. They use foul language, suburban! True revolutionaries are delimited by these anarchists and troublemakers of public order.
Ah! I understand! I say. And where are the real revolutionaries?
-Here and there at the well! We have a little bit and get them!
Finally, get the group in question, consisting of three hundred men who are grouped around the fountain near the university. Shake hands with a few. One of them, Mr. Viorel, a man fat, mustached face severe head is recommended for revolutionaries. He says:
-We are here from day one! It was close here to steal our revolution!
-Revolution! I repeat oddball. What to steal the revolution!
-Hooligans, sir! Anarchists! Well what do you think, you? Here are stolen from us all! Including revolution!
-And where are they? Have fled?
-Well, I would! What do you? Here and there, sit there and cry and threaten us their miserable slogans inciting to disorder and violence!
-I see that shouting "Down with government! Basescu down! "... That is not the revolution?
-Yes, sir! Yes ... That we are too! But without violence! ... Not "Huuuooo! ... Get out, cur ordinary! ...". Without words, this!
Then pull me aside and tell me the secret to your ear:
-Sir, we are EU country, what the hell! You can not embarrass with extremism! We are serious people! Our slogans are slogans civilized! ...
And, indeed, slogans are very beautiful. So for half an hour until hoarse cry gendarmes around us: "We love you! / Let us to smile! ... We love you! / Let us smile! ... "Then move on to more determined and shout slogans during watch:" We have no sticks balloons! We have balloons, we have no sticks! "
So much that I like this slogan at a time, stolen enthusiasm, mess and words I continue when the group stops to shout: "We have sticks, we have balloons! ... We have sticks, we have balloons".
It makes me draw severe criticism from Mr. Viorel, head group and warned that the first new offense will be expelled from the revolutionary group will not be recognized as ciumpalac. Luckily my neighbor to vouch for me, so I will not be handed over to the gendarmes that the instigator, and extremist hooligan.
Up to 20.00 continue to cry out: "No violence! No violence ". And I wonder very much because there is nowhere sees no sign of violence. Then someone brings flowers and divides us, and we, the signal Mr. Viorel, group manager, go to the gendarmes and offer flowers chanting: "We are strong in this, / For giving flowers to jandari! .... Us, that we are strong! Because we give flowers to jandari! ... "
And my neighbor, in ecstasy, rubbing his hands happy, I say:
-Slogan that's lightning! It's one adineoari her! You do not like?
-I love it! I say.
Meanwhile the rest of demonstrators shouting downtown shudders: "I brought the boat / To go Blind! ... I brought the boat! / To go Blind! "
What a mess! My neighbor tells me. You hear, neighbor? What do you think?
-Horrible! I say. Monstrous! What language! How much violence! ...
-View? That is why we should not mix with them! On television we know all!
-No way!
-Yeah! Did not you see? Antena 3, reality, all we praise our dress decent and nonviolent attitude. Viorel Uncle gave up about ten interviews and talks and tonight. Antena 3's special guest.
At 22.00 our people with placards written in capital letters will be posted to the gendarmes. On our posters wrote: "Thank you for let us hope." Or: "Let us dream." Or "We are a European country! Hai, Romania. " Then all enthusiastically chanted: "The gendarmes are heroes! / Gendarmes are with us! "..." The gendarmes are heroes! / Gendarmes are with us! "
More! Our banners and our slogans as nothing compared with the provocative crying bastards who always yelled "Down with Basescu! Down the Government! Basescu equal Ceausescu. "
The close at 23.00. Am about to receive the coveted title of ciumpalac and I join the elite group of revolutionaries.
The group leader comes with several guys around me, including my neighbor and begin to discuss our demonstration shows how beautiful and how we use language decent compared dicolo anarchists and hooligans.
-First, says the leader of our group is very disgraceful that they always repeat the same slogans. They cry from morning till evening the same slogan: "Get out, cur ordinary" Nothing else I know. But say you, as a writer, it's upsetting that?
-Very annoying! I confirm. It becomes monotonous. It might even change a little slogan. To screen, for example: "Day: abracadabra / And disappears mutt!" ...
So I had! Suddenly became quiet around me. Then I was discharged from University Square true revolutionaries who gave me his hand as hooligan gendarmes and inciting violence.
Control body, the police found on my luleaua and meticulously noted in the minutes: "We believe that the person clearly identified opposed arrest. Pensioner had behaved peacefully. On the instigator of violence found a pipe with stainless steel mouthpiece that was sent to the expertise to see to what extent can be used as a weapon against the forces of order. As such hooligan was arrested. Note that in Gavan lulelei smoldering burn some tobacco which, in words of peaceful protesters, fanatical anarchist wanted to set fire to University Square. Therefore we proceeded to arrest terrorists, the issue of arrest warrant on 29 days. "
Arrest is not so bad as some say. The food is good and where you put that cost me any money. In cell hear from others all sorts of surprising and time passes quickly. We also have TV. Tonight on Antena 3, at 19.00 says Mr. Viorel head again in the University Square protesters. One thing I'm sorry: I missed the opportunity to become ciumpalac!
Emil ŢERMURE