{"id":5696,"date":"2012-05-10T11:12:21","date_gmt":"2012-05-10T11:12:21","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/?p=5696"},"modified":"2012-05-10T11:13:54","modified_gmt":"2012-05-10T11:13:54","slug":"india-by-rodica-anca","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.marianagurza.ro\/blog\/2012\/05\/10\/india-by-rodica-anca\/","title":{"rendered":"INDIA by RODICA ANCA \/ INDIA de Rodica Anca"},"content":{"rendered":"

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The country in which if destiny would not have been decided so, we never have gotten. The Ministry of Education didn’t find any person willing to go there to teach Romanian Language at the University of Delhi. There probably the material benefits would have been minimal. How G. wasn’t interested in this aspect, he offered and was nominated. The only problem were the rates at home, which had to be paid. “As much as to pay the rates we will gain”, he encouraged me, and left early, we, remaining that me and Nana to go after he would have arranged with the house. Only for us two, the Ministry has allocated money for travel, I had to sell the knitting machine, the wedding rings, I gathered some money from Fine Arts Fund, also my father gave me as much as he could, and so I made the money for going. We left together with two officials from the Ministry and I have quiet calmed down, that we were leaving for the first time the country and I was afraid that I can handle it. But everything went well and we arrived in Delhi, where G was expecting at the airport.<\/strong><\/p>\n

When I was young a kind of oracle circulated from which has emerged that in the previous life I was a dancer in an Indian Temple! Maybe that’s why I felt right at home in all the years I lived there.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was shocked at first instance by the richly bloomed trees, dressed in all the colors of the world, heavy by clusters of flowers, the yellow neem, so yellow that made the days still brighter, , if such thing can be, under the bright sun of India, magnolias of all colors, from white to sanguine red, jasmines with intoxicating scent, and many others whose names I don’t recall. Flowers from the University garden, alley of nasturtiums, whose flowers we counted since they began to bloom, until it could no longer be counted, being so many, pampering petted at the feet of palm trees which protected them from over from sun’s heat, lilies, dahlias and countless others, some more wonderful than others.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Birdies in thousands, one singing more than another, the gils careful to defend their nests in endless war with the incorrigible and aggressive macaques, war that we’ve also carried, and I have to say that victory seemed to be on their side. That does not mean that we have hated the monkeys, on the contrary, I have learned to admire not only their intelligence but also the team spirit, the organization, the pleasure to play and fool, caring for brood. I loved the cows who slept on the street, we were observing the chipkalies which guarded us of mosquitoes and beetles.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But most of all I loved the people. I loved children. I loved G’s students who came visiting and called me “Mother”, and they spoke about their dreams, about their problems, just like to a mother.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left there, in India, good friends, Leela, Margaret, Nilima, Esha. With Esha I resumed contact recently, and if I write this book that is because she asked me. Because I love her and India.<\/strong><\/p>\n

India, the land of spirit, country of temples, country of mystical music, country of dance, the country of gods descend among men, country of myths, country of epics.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Indian mythology has fascinated and subjugated me for the rest of my life. I love Vishnu, Krishna, Radha, Sita, but mostly I love Shiva, “our Lord of Amattur” and Parvati.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I am sorry that I couldn’t visit the temples, but I discovered the library of the University. God, so many books that I wanted to read, to learn, to sum up! All old, many in Sanskrit, Hindi, and other languages that I do not know them. But even for those translated into English I would have had need at least two lives to studying. There were many, many, thousands, dust was of a finger, but as it was thicker, as more attracted me. Guide for me was Pere Danielou, with help of whom I discovered what is Indian philosophy, mythology, spirituality and thought. Then, slowly-slowly I advanced a little on this road, just a few steps, but I will never be able to thoroughgoing. Anyway, I have opened my eyes and mind to a new world, which was foreign to me until then, that is familiar to me somehow from somewhere inside my soul: the world of Indian spirituality. World where I return also now, from time to time, gladly, to search for my peace.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was in India three times. The first time I had to go back after a year and about eight months because, surely we couldn’t pay rates for apartment and had to be put out to auction .But before that the summer holiday came and Kashyap neighbors, who lived above us, sent us to his mother in the Himalayas at Dharamshala. There I saw the mountains up close and I was overwhelmed with their greatness.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We ate at Tibetans, there being also the residence of the Dalai Lama, being in exile. In addition to the Tibetan Temple skilfully and gracefully painted, the Tibetans had a canteen where took the meal a lot of Buddhist pilgrims who went daily to the temple and studied at its library.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Towards the end of the vacancy it has occurred a creepy earthquake creepy, as if the mountains would be rolled down to the Valley, which has driven us away the very next day back to Delhi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

At Dharamshala I saw and I’ve enjoyed the fireflies that watertight compartments were filling the air around you with their lights, as in cartoons. Jumping spiders almost as a palm, which hunted on fireflies, fire which were drawing on the hills in distances surrealist images made by as if an artist in a world above us.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Also there a cat had stolen and eaten Gogu\u0163\u0103, the green Alexandrian parrot as if it were from jade, which I had grew since when it did not have feathers and I fed it from my own mouth, and it loved me and he came after me wherever I was. First I thought that perhaps it took its flight, that it didn’t stay in the cage, I’ve searched for it two days, until a neighbor told me that he had seen a cat eating a parrot.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We left the mountains full of sadness and fear of the earthquake in the soul.<\/strong><\/p>\n

At Delhi we lived a meeting also with a tornado pretty strong to pull out of the roots trees with trunks of over a meter in diameter, and to put in the remaining pit a scooter with three wheels, or to throw a car over the wall which surrounded the University. It didn’t last a long time, it has gone on the other side of the street, To us didn’t happen anything, unlike the buildings and trees across the street. After the tornado has abated, the sky was filled with colors from golden to orange, pink, red, purple, and green. It was another wonderful hypo-stasis of sky which I saw, after that red, from after the bombardment of childhood. But for this beauty I paid tribute of an allergy that I was swollen both inside and out for about two months.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But we had to leave out urgently, if not wanted to remain without the house.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I left G alone there and I went with Nana to see how could we solve the problem, not to stick on the street. For airfare G loaned and paid after remained alone. I’ve found a designer post at a design center and I resumed payment of rates.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The second time we stayed longer, from 1980 to 1984. This time I paid for tickets depositing at the Fine Arts Fund for sale a few dresses and other pieces of clothing and accessories, the money I borrowed from a friend and she recovered it from the sale of them. I left home some young students who have paid for a time the rates, then paid also my father, after they fled leaving behind the mess of dirt, unpaid debts to the electricity, debts at maintenance. Good luck with the dad who walked together with Ionu\u0163 Iuga on the Writers to get a loan and paid from the debts.<\/strong><\/p>\n

We were happy there, in India. Now Nana went to school, learned Hindi and English pretty well, and has made friends, G organized for them in our home lessons of music with a professor of harmonium, workshop of drawing, team of theater, with the music lessons of harmonium, a Professor of drawing, workshop theater. All children were happy and passionate about this kind of play, and I hope that sometimes they may remind of G, of Nana and of time of childhood. These three years have been very beautiful for our lives. Here I’ve known my friends, intellectual of class, university professors, very cult and very friendly, which have accepted and treated me as someone of their own. Esha has helped me find something working for Oxford University Press, for which I did the illustrations in textbooks for school in Bhutan, out of what I won, G has managed to print a couple of books, which made him happy.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nana had attached so strong of children, teachers, neighbors, the nature of India, that when we returned to the country, complained reproaching with me: “where did you brought me, this is not my country! Let’s go back! “<\/strong><\/p>\n

During these years the life in the country was hard and sad. The Communist power had its height, had begun to erode, creaky. Voices ariose at congresses of the party against the dictator and, which is surprising, were given on the television broadcaster, which no longer had ever happened. People spoke in whispers about the food queues, on the number of eggs that had been right, about the bread that you could buy only with identity bulletin, about the oranges which were found only once a year, on the eve of Christmas, if you were lucky to not end before your turn came, you made happy the children back home. Even if the food was not too expensive, it was instead too little! The endless queues at that you expected for hours without even being sure that you will have the chance to be not finish before you get to the seller, queues to which we set still before opening stores, hoping that you will buy something to eat, what would have been, any. No longer doing trifles that I not want this, I want the other. You took what was given to you, paid and said a soul thank! There was nowhere coffee Ness, I found rarely at those who were doing smuggling, at some insulting prices, but I paid, I could not say that we take from somewhere else cheaper, because there was not that other part.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Then, in the approach of l989 Christmas, everything broke out at once! I worked by then at the Court of Glass Blowers, on the street Selari in the old center, very close to the University, Piatsa Palatului \/ Market of Palace. During the morning of December 18 or 19, I was gone at Institute of technology, where we had some works to be burned in a furnace from there. When I returned to the Court, I didn’t fin but a colleague. All people had been sent to the party’s Central Committee to a meeting. After a few hours they returned three colleagues panting frightened, saying that there is shooting in those who participated at the meeting. We all freaked out and I decided to return home, which I did. Only one of us, Ani, stopped at University Square, where they had gathered the people at another meeting, spontaneously. And remained there until late, when just had rung her husband to ask me if I know what happened to her, that she had not yet reached home. I told him what I knew and he said that will go after her It seems to me that she got home before he could leave.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The next day all the Center was full of people, came to protest, and on evening Ceau\u015fescu fled with a helicopter from the terrace of Central Committee. In fact I have seen what happened, on television, in the evening journal. From then on everything was general madness, of which only a few understood and knew what was going to happen.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ceau\u015fescu was caught, he, his wife, and taken to an army unit from T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, it was made a simulacrum of a process in which it was let to speak, was accused of oppressing the people, sentenced to death and executed by firing squad, along with his wife. Immediately the power was taken over by the Communists in the second row, we were glad that we escaped of the dictator, but they were baking something to us which will had to disappoint us for years and years in a row, and neither now we didn’t find our road and peacefulness. After twenty-three years, we are still stammering on twisting pathways of democracy and of misunderstood freedom.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the spring the young people, realizing the great hoax of December, started a perpetual meeting started in the University Place. perpetual. For two months, days and nights, they didn’t leave from there, they slept in tents. Bucharestians brought them food, over the day thousands of people joined them, students, pupils, and even and pensioners, like me. Nana, her colleagues, and some professors went every day there after lyceum hours. The meeting was peaceful. All elite people, teachers, writers, intellectuals, all who had hoped for a prosperous country, a life in freedom, a happy people.<\/strong><\/p>\n

One of the balconies of the Faculty of Geology, starting to market, was open and from there anyone with something to say, say it to all. Romantic-revolutionary songs composed by singer-authors loved by everyone gathered there – Cristian Pa\u0163urc\u0103, Vali Sterian, Andrie\u015f and many others – elevated our souls and heated our hearts. There have been days full of euphoric hope.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cristian Pa\u0163urc\u0103 has composed ‘The Hymn of Golans”, on verse by Vali Sterian, of which refrain I remember:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Better be loafer than a traitor!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Better Hooligan than dictator!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Better be Golan than activist!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Better dead than Communist!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Unfortunately both died shortly after two or three years in full youth!<\/strong><\/p>\n

The University became a “free zone by new-communism\u201d, and the meeting was called “Golaniada”.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But power was watching. It spoke of hooligans, promiscuous. The rest of the country believed what they said on TV, and they condemned the demonstrators. It started a devilish conter-propaganda and the new head of the state called the miners from Jiu Valley, “to make order in the capital”, to clean the University Square of hooligans and to plant pansies in the square in front of the national theater.<\/strong><\/p>\n

For Bucharestians it was offending and frightening. In the morning, on their way to Court of Glass Blowers, on the street, the miners (or whatever were they) were chasing a Gypsy child that they caught him beaten and thrown into a van. A colleague who had come to the service a little later, had assisted to the same treatment applied to another child and shouted to them not to beat any more the poor kid. Immediately some three bullies took after him. The colleague ran into the Court, passed as lightning through the downstairs workshop, jumped over the window toward another little street and was gone. The aggressors entered after him, they didn’t get that he had jumped over window, they searched everywhere, but have not found him. They left threatening that will teach a lesson to the”wretched Liberals\\”what we were, who I was, because we had stuck on all the windows of the inner court posters with Campeanu, the head of the Liberal Party.<\/strong><\/p>\n

They walked on streets armed with baseball, and immediately they viewed some young man wearing jeans, bearded or fancied something suspicious, it took them to beating. At least in the University Square it was massacre. Hordes armed with bats beaten anyone who was or just passed by there. They had identified, caught and beaten on Marian Munteanu, head of the students, who was taken to hospital by other people in the Place. I saw him in the evening at TV news. Countless people beaten, broken, with bloodying wounds have arrived at the hospital Col\u0163ea, where reporters transmitted almost continuously. <\/strong><\/p>\n

G. came to take me home from work and the streets were full of papers, official documents, thrown on the Windows of the Ministry of the Interior, which had been conquered. Anyway, I believe that this conquest of the capital center has meant more than the “cleansing” of the Place.<\/strong><\/p>\n

After a few days, as the miners were not thinking to leave, the head of state, who had called them, thanked them on our behalf, of all, that they have saved us by “hooligans” and have restored order in the capital.<\/strong><\/p>\n

The miners have come, also another time when they stormed the Council of Ministers and thrown down the then Prime Minister came down since then. They also attacked attacked also the soldiers who came to temper them, because they had started to Bucharest, this time being not called.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Each time there were dead, injured, children left orphans, destruction and looting. After the first mineriad, the young dead were buried at Str\u0103ule\u015fti, many, it is not even known how many. As for those killed in the revolution of December, it was necessary to have a new cemetery, with hundreds of white crosses, besides I pass whenever I go into the Center.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Over twenty years have passed since then since then, but we still we wonder if revolution or coup d ‘ \u00e9tat, as it is by the most people, has brought any good to the country or if we were and we still are manipulated, intoxicated and brain washed.<\/strong><\/p>\n

But the dreams, hope and love for the country and the freedom have remained in hearts also today, unfulfilled, and I hope that will not to take with us also on the other world. It would be too sad.<\/strong><\/p>\n

What’s curious is that the revolution had killed about thousand people, and today their successors are in number of tens of thousands (due to material benefits, tax exemptions, and other facilities provided by the following Governments as a reward for supporting the “revolution” that is those who have gained the power in order to support them further). The former head of State, now more than 80 years old, is their chief and organizer and calls all in a meeting at the University Place against the current President of the country, hoping to suspend him from the Presidency, since they just have overturned the Government which was not on their liking, and put themselves, followers of communists, at power. Now, get hold, Romanian people, how many blessings will flow over your head. Or maybe you forgot all for a bread, a liter of oil and three small sausages!<\/strong><\/p>\n

The third time I went to India in September 2003 and I stood only six months.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In the spring of 2004 had begun to prepare the war in Iraq. I was gripped by fear and didn’t want any more to stay far from home, so that in April I went out from India. At the airport, even before we took on, it was announced on TV the onset of the war. But I got home without further inconvenience than confiscation of cigarettes and matches before we climbed on the plane to Delhi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

In this last stay in India, I got reunited with Esha, with her daughters, Radha Tara; with Leela and her youngest daughter, Shama; with Margaret Chaterjee, Nilima and Neetu, their daughter and niece.<\/strong><\/p>\n

I was happy to travel again for the last time, in the country which subjugated my soul on forever, which entranced me with her beauties, with its welcoming people and nature.<\/strong><\/p>\n

On first January 1991 I retired, I was 53 years old. The new power passed a decree that those who were 50 years of age and had 25 years of activity, were entitled to get a pension. Why should I expect any more? I was in power, hoped that, at last, to work also for my soul, to participate in exhibitions, to break out of any obligations. But only that it was not to be after my desire. I worked a few services and some frills, seen as minor by some and others who have had the luck to open small businesses and workshops, hoping to gain at least money for materials, combustion, exhibitions. Just that I was not paid as much as I had hoped, I worked in precarious conditions, and, from somewhere, I don’t know how, I contracted tuberculosis and all my dreams of artist went on the water slipping away!<\/strong><\/p>\n

My illness was not fatal, I escaped especially due to Nana who, seeing that it did not pass my”coolness”since about three months, she dragged me to the doctor and well did. After three months of hospitalization and treatment they gave me the way home and after another six, I was completely recovered. Only that I’d lost half of power I have had. But I can say that I escaped easily. It was going through 1993.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Somehow, with luck, with the help of heaven, I fooled both disease and pension fund, that behold, after twenty years, they are still obligated to pay me. Union boss asked me jokingly, when I was taking farewell from my colleagues: \u201cMrs. Anca, are you not afraid that these guys put something<\/em> in your pension?” See that they didn’t put it! Or they did but did not succeeded! I was stronger!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Less luck had Cristina, friend and colleague of faculty and service. She died of cancer two years later. It was hard and heart-breaking to see her how suffer and how extinguishes. I suffered after her as after a sister.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Translation by George Anca<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n

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\u00a0I N D I A<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 de Rodica Anca<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u0162ara \u00een care dac\u0103 destinul nu ar fi hot\u0103r\u00e2t a\u015fa, nu am fi ajuns niciodat\u0103. La Ministerul \u00cenv\u0103\u0163\u0103m\u00e2ntui nu s-a g\u0103sit nici un doritor de a merge acolo pentru a preda Limba Rom\u00e2n\u0103 la Universitatea din Delhi. Probabil c\u0103 acolo beneficiile materiale ar fi fost minime. Cum G. nu era interesat de acest aspect, s-a oferit el \u015fi a fost numit. Singura problem\u0103 erau ratele la cas\u0103, care trebuiau pl\u0103tite. \u201e C\u00e2t s\u0103 pl\u0103tim ratele vom c\u00e2\u015ftiga noi.\u201d m-a \u00eencurajat el. \u015ei a plecat \u00eenainte, urm\u00e2nd ca noi, eu \u015fi Nana s\u0103 de ducem dup\u0103 ce se aranjaz\u0103 el acolo cu casa. Numai c\u0103 pentru noi dou\u0103, Ministerul nu a alocat bani de drum, a trebuit s\u0103 v\u00e2nd ma\u015fina de tricotat, cea de cusut, verighetele, am mai adunat oarece bani de la Fondul Plastic, mi-a mai dat \u015fi taic\u0103-meu c\u00e2t a putut \u015fi a\u015fa am str\u00e2ns banii numai pentru dus. Am plecat \u00eempreun\u0103 cu doi func\u0163ionari de la Minister \u015fi m-am mai calmat, c\u0103 plecam prima oar\u0103 din \u0163ar\u0103 \u015fi mi-era team\u0103 c\u0103 nu m\u0103 descurc. Dar totul a mers bine \u015fi am ajund la Delhi, unde m\u0103 a\u015ftepta G la aeroport.<\/strong><\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd eram t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103 circula un fel de oracol din care a reie\u015fit c\u0103 \u00een via\u0163a anterioar\u0103 am fost dansatoare \u00eentr-un templu indian! Poate de aceea m-am sim\u0163it ca acas\u0103 \u00een to\u0163i anii \u00een care am tr\u0103it acolo.<\/strong><\/p>\n

M-au \u015focat de la \u00eenceput pomii bogat \u00eenflori\u0163i, \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i \u00een toate culorile de pe lume, grei de ciorchinii florilor, neemii cei galbeni, at\u00e2t de galbeni \u00eenc\u00e2t f\u0103ceau zilele \u015fi mai luminoase, dac\u0103 se poate a\u015fa ceva, sub soarele str\u0103lucitor al Indiei, magnoliile de toate culorile, de la alb p\u00e2n\u0103 la ro\u015fu s\u00e2ngeriu, iasomiile cu miros \u00eemb\u0103t\u0103tor \u015fi mul\u0163i al\u0163ii al c\u0103ror nume nu mi-l reamintesc. Florile din gr\u0103dina Universit\u0103\u0163ii, aleea lovidragilor, c\u0103rora le num\u0103ram florile \u00een fiecare zi de c\u00e2nd \u00eencepeau s\u0103 \u00eenfloreasc\u0103, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu mai puteau fi num\u0103rate de multe ce erau, r\u0103sf\u0103\u0163\u00e2ndu-se alintat la picioarele palmierilor care le ocroteau pe deasupra de ar\u015fi\u0163a soarelui, crinii, daliile, \u015fi nenum\u0103rate altele, unele mai minunate dec\u00e2t altele.<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u0103s\u0103rele mii, care de care mai c\u00e2nt\u0103toare, gilii cei grijulii s\u0103-\u015fi aprere cuiburile \u00een r\u0103zboiul f\u0103r\u0103 sf\u00e2r\u015fit cu macacii cei ho\u0163omani \u015fi agresivi, r\u0103zboi pe care l-am purtat \u015fi noi \u015fi, trebuie s\u0103 spun c\u0103 biruin\u0163a p\u0103rea s\u0103 fie de partea lor. Asta nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 le-am ur\u00e2t pe maimu\u0163e, dimpotriv\u0103, am \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at s\u0103 le admir nu numai inteligen\u0163a ci \u015fi spiritul de echip\u0103, organizarea, pl\u0103cerea de a se juca \u015fi de a p\u0103c\u0103li, grija pentru progenituri. Am iubit vacile care dormeau pe strad\u0103, cipcaliile care ne p\u0103zeau de \u0163\u00e2n\u0163ari \u015fi de g\u0103ndaci.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar mai ales am iubit oamenii. Am iubit copiii. Am iubit studen\u0163ii lui G care veneau \u00een vizit\u0103 \u015fi-mi spuneau \u201eMam\u0103\u201d, \u015fi \u00eemi vorbeau despre visurile lor, despre problemele lor, chiar ca unei mame.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mi-au r\u0103mas acolo, \u00een India, prietene bune, Leela, Margaret, Nilima, Esha. Cu Esha am reluat leg\u0103tura de cur\u00e2nd, \u015fi dac\u0103 scriu cartea asta este pentruc\u0103 ea mi-a cerut. Pentruc\u0103 o iubesc \u015fi pe ea \u015fi India.<\/strong><\/p>\n

India, \u0163ara spiritului, \u0163ara templelor, \u0163ara muzicii mistice, \u0163ara dansului, \u0163ara zeilor cobor\u00e2\u0163i printre oameni, \u0163ara miturilor, \u0163ara epopeilor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mitologia Indian\u0103 m-a fascinat \u015fi m-a subjugat pentru tot restul vie\u0163ii. \u00cei iubesc pe Vishnu, pe Krishna, pe Radha, pe Sita, dar, mai ales \u00eel iubesc pe Shiva, \u201eour Lord of Amattur\u201d\u015fi pe Parvati.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cemi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 n-am putut vizita templele, dar am descoperit biblioteca universit\u0103\u0163ii. Doamne, at\u0103t de multe c\u0103r\u0163i pe care a\u015f fi vrut s\u0103 le citesc, s\u0103 le \u00eenv\u0103\u0163, s\u0103 le conspectez! Toate vechi, multe \u00een sanscrir\u0103, hindi, sau alte limbi pe care nu le cunosc. Dar chiar \u015fi pentru cele traduse \u00een Englez\u0103 mi-ar fi trebuit cel pu\u0163in dou\u0103 vie\u0163i s\u0103 le studiez. Erau multe, multe, mii, praful se a\u015fternuse peste ele de un deget, cu c\u00e2t era mai gros, cu at\u00e2t m\u0103 atr\u0103geau mai mult. Ghid mi-a fost Pere Danielou, cu ajutorul c\u0103ruia am descoperit ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 filosofia, mitologia, spiritualitatea \u015fi g\u00e2ndirea indian\u0103. Apoi, \u00eencet-\u00eencet am \u00eenaintat pu\u0163in pe acest drum, c\u00e2\u0163iva pasi, dar nu voi fi \u00een stare niciodat\u0103 s\u0103 aprofundez. Oricum, mi s-au deschis ochii \u015fi mintea spre o nou\u0103 lume, care-mi era str\u0103in\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, care-mi este cumva familiar\u0103, de undeva dinl\u0103untrul sufletului: lumea spiritualit\u0103\u0163ii indiene. Lume \u00een care m\u0103 mai \u00eentorc \u015fi acum, din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, cu bucurie, s\u0103-mi caut lini\u015ftea..<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am fost \u00een India de trei ori. Prima dat\u0103 a trebuit s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc dup\u0103 un an \u015fi vreo opt luni,deoarece, sigur c\u0103 nu putusem pl\u0103ti ratele apartament \u015fi trebuia s\u0103 fie scos la licita\u0163ie.Dar \u00eenainte de asta a venit vacan\u0163a \u015fi vecinii Kashiap, care locuiau deasupra noastr\u0103 ne-au trimis la mama lui, la Dharamshala, \u00een Himalaia. Acolo am v\u0103zut mun\u0163ii de aproape \u015fi m-au cople\u015fit cu m\u0103re\u0163ia lor. M\u00e2ncam la Tibetani, acolo fiind \u015fi re\u015fedin\u015fa lui Dalai Lama, aflat \u00een exil. Pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 templul, cu m\u0103iestrie \u015fi har pictat, tibetanii aveau o cantin\u0103 unde luau masa o mul\u0163ime de pelerini budhi\u015fti care mergeau zilnic la templu \u015fi studiau la biblioteca acestuia. Spre sf\u00e2r\u015fitul vacan\u0163ei s-a produs un cutremur \u00eenfior\u0103tor, de parc\u0103 mun\u0163ii s-ar fi rostogolit la vale, care ne-a gonit chiar a doua zi \u00eenapoi la Delhi. La Dharamshala am v\u0103zut \u015fi m-am bucurat de licuricii care umpleau aerul din jur cu lumini\u0163ele lor, ca \u00een desenele animate. P\u0103ianjeni s\u0103ritori mari aproape c\u00e2t palma, care \u00eei v\u00e2nau pe licurici, focuri care desenau pe dealurile din dep\u0103rt\u0103ti imagini suprarealiste f\u0103cute parc\u0103 de un artist dintr-o lume de deasupra noastr\u0103. Tot acolo o pisic\u0103 mi l-a furat \u015fi m\u00e2ncat pe Gogu\u0163\u0103, papagalul alexandrin, verde de parc\u0103 ar fi fost din jad, pe care \u00eel crescusem \u00eenc\u0103 de c\u00e2nd nu avea pene \u015fi l-am hr\u0103nit din propria mea gur\u0103, \u015fi care m\u0103 iubea \u015fi venea dup\u0103 mine oriunde eram. \u00cent\u00e2i am crezut c\u0103 poate \u015fi-a luat zborul, c\u0103 nu st\u0103tea \u00een colivie, l-am c\u0103utat vreo dou\u0103 zile, p\u00e2n\u0103 ce un vecin mi-a spus c\u0103 a v\u0103zut o pisic\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u00e2nd un papagal. Am p\u0103r\u0103sit mun\u0163tt plin\u0103 de triste\u0163e \u015fi cu spaima cutremurului \u00een suflet. La Delhi am mai tr\u0103it \u015fi o \u00eent\u00e2lnire cu o tornad\u0103 destul de puternic\u0103 pentru a scoate din r\u0103d\u0103cini pomi cu trunchiuri de peste un metru \u00een diametru \u015fi a pune \u00een groapa r\u0103mas\u0103 un scuter cu trei ro\u0163i, sau de a arunca, peste zidul care \u00eenconjura cvartalul universit\u0103\u0163ii, un automobil. N-a durat mult timp. A trecut pe partea cealalt\u0103 a str\u0103zii, noi n-am p\u0103\u0163it nimic, spre deosebire de cl\u0103dirile \u015fi pomii de peste drum. Dup\u0103 ce s-a potolit tornada, cerul s-a umplut de culori de la auriu, la portocaliu, roz, ro\u015fu, violet \u015fi verde. A fost o alt\u0103 ipostaz\u0103 mirific\u0103 a cerului pe care am v\u0103zut-o, dup\u0103 cea ro\u015fie, de dup\u0103 bombardamentul din copil\u0103rie. Dar \u015fi pentru aceas\u0103 frumuse\u0163e am pl\u0103tit tributul unei alergii care m-a umflat \u015fi pe din\u0103untru \u015fi pe dinafar\u0103 vreo dou\u0103 luni.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar a trebuit s\u0103 plec\u0103m urgent, eu \u015fi Nana, dac\u0103 nu voam s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2nem f\u0103r\u0103 cas\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

L-am l\u0103sat singur acolo pe G \u015fi eu am plecat cu Nana s\u0103 v\u0103d cum se putea rezolva problema, ca s\u0103 nu r\u0103m\u00e2nem pe strad\u0103. Pentru biletul de avion s-a \u00eemprumutat G \u015fi a pl\u0103tit dup\u0103 ce a r\u0103mas singur. Mi-am g\u0103sit un post de designer la un centru de proiect\u0103ri \u015fi am reluat plata ratelor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

A doua oar\u0103 am stat mai mult, din 1980 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een 1984. De data asta biletele le-am pl\u0103tit depun\u00e2nd la Fondul Plastic spre v\u00e2nzare c\u00e2teva rochii \u015fi alte piese de \u00eembr\u0103c\u0103minte \u015fi accesorii, banii mi i-a imprumutat o prieten\u0103 care \u015fi i-a recuperat la v\u00e2nzarea acestora. Am l\u0103sat \u00een cas\u0103 ni\u015fte tineri studen\u0163i care au pl\u0103tit o vreme ratele, apoi a mai pl\u0103tit \u015fi tat\u0103l meu, dup\u0103 ce ace\u015ftia au plecat l\u0103s\u00e2nd \u00een urm\u0103 dezastru de murd\u0103rie, electricitate nepl\u0103tit\u0103, datorii la \u00eentre\u0163inere. Noroc cu tata, care a umblat \u00eempreun\u0103 cu Ionu\u0163 Iuga pe la Scriitori de a mai ob\u0163inut un \u00eenprumut \u015fi a mai achitat din datorii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

. Noi eram ferici\u0163i acolo, \u00een India. Acum Nana a mers la \u015fcoal\u0103, a \u00eenv\u0103\u0163at bini\u015for hindi \u015fi engleza, \u015fi-a f\u0103cut prieteni, G le organiza la noi \u00een locuin\u0163\u0103 lec\u0163ii de muzic\u0103 cu un profesor de armoniu, atelier de desen, trup\u0103 de teatru. To\u0163i copiii erau bucuro\u015fi \u015fi pasiona\u0163i de acest fel de joac\u0103, \u015fi sper c\u0103 uneori \u00ee\u015fi mai reamintesc de G. de Nana \u015fi de vremea copil\u0103riei. Ace\u015fti trei ani au fost foarte frumo\u015fi pentru via\u0163a noastr\u0103. Aici mi-am cunoscut prietenele, intelectuale de clas\u0103, profesoare universitare foarte culte \u015fi foarte prietenoase, care m-au acceptat \u015fi tratat ca pe cineva de-al lor. Esha m-a ajutat s\u0103-mi g\u0103sesc ceva de lucru pentru Oxford University Press, pentru care am f\u0103cut ilustra\u0163ii la manuale \u015fcolare pentru Bhutan Din ce am c\u0103\u015ftigat, G a reusit s\u0103-\u015fi tip\u0103reasc\u0103 c\u00e2teva c\u0103rti, care l-au f\u0103cut fericit.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Nana se ata\u015fase at\u00e2t de puternic de copiii, de profesorii, de vecinii,de natura din India, \u00eenc\u00e2t c\u00e2nd ne-am \u00eentors \u00een \u0163ara, pl\u00e2ngea repro\u015findu-mi: \u201e unde m-ai adus tu pe mine, asta nu e \u0163ara mea! Hai s\u0103 mergem \u00eenapoi!\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ace\u015fti ani via\u0163a din \u0163ar\u0103 era grea \u015fi trist\u0103. Puterea comunist\u0103 trecuse de apogeu, \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se erodeze, s\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u0163\u00e2ie. Voci se ridicau la congresele partidului \u00eempotriva dictatorului \u015fi, surprinz\u0103tor, au fost date pe postul de televiziune, ceeace nu se mai \u00eent\u00e2mplase niciodat\u0103. Oamenii vorbeau \u00een \u015foapte despre cozile la alimente, despre num\u0103rul de ou\u0103 la care aveam dreptul, despre p\u00e2inea pe care o puteam cump\u0103ra numai cu buletinul de identitate, despre portocalele care se g\u0103seau numai o dat\u0103 pe an, \u00een preajma cr\u0103ciunului. Dac\u0103 aveai noroc s\u0103 nu se termine \u00eenainte de a-\u0163i veni r\u00e2ndul, \u00eei f\u0103ceai ferici\u0163i pe copiii de acas\u0103. Chiar dac\u0103 m\u00e2ncarea nu era prea scump\u0103, era \u00een schimb prea pu\u0163in\u0103! Cozi interminabile la care a\u015fteptai ore \u00eentregi f\u0103r\u0103 ca m\u0103car s\u0103 fii sigur c\u0103 vei avea noroc s\u0103 nu se termine \u00eenainte de a ajunge la v\u00e2nz\u0103tor, cozi la care ne a\u015fezam \u00eenc\u0103 inainte de a se deschide magazinele, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 vom cump\u0103ra ceva de m\u00e2ncare, ce-ar fi fost, orice. Nu mai f\u0103ceam mofturi c\u0103 nu vreau asta, vreau cealalt\u0103. Luai ce \u0163i se d\u0103dea, pl\u0103teai \u015fi mai ziceai \u015fi mul\u0163umesc din suftet! Nu se g\u0103sea pe nic\u0103ieri cafea Ness, mai g\u0103seam, rareori, la cei care f\u0103ceau bi\u015fni\u0163\u0103, la ni\u015fte pre\u0163uri jignitoare, dar pl\u0103team, nu puteam s\u0103 spunem c\u0103 lu\u0103m din alt\u0103 parte mai ieftin, pentruc\u0103 nu exista acea alt\u0103 parte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Apoi, \u00een apropierea Cr\u0103ciunului l998, totul a izbucnit dintr-odat\u0103! Lucram pe atunci la Curtea Sticlarilor, pe strada \u015eelari \u00een centrul vechi foarte aproape de Universitate, Pia\u0163a Palatului. In timpul dimine\u0163ii din 18 sau 19 decembrie, am fost plecat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la politehnic\u0103, unde aveam ni\u015fte lucr\u0103ri de ars la un cuptor de acolo. C\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors la Curte, n-am g\u0103sit dec\u00eet o coleg\u0103. Toat\u0103 lumea fusese trimis\u0103 la Comitetul Central al Partidului, \u00een pia\u0163\u0103. la un meeting. Dup\u0103 vreo c\u0103teva ore s-au \u00eentors trei colege g\u00e2f\u00e2ind speriate, spun\u00e2nd c\u0103 acolo se trage \u00een cei ce participau la meeting. Ne-am speriat toate \u015fi am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 plec\u0103m acas\u0103, ceeace am \u015fi f\u0103cut. Numai una dintre noi, Ani, s-a oprit la Pia\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii, unde se str\u00e2nsese lumea la un alt meeting, spontan. \u015ei a r\u0103mas acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd tocmai sunase so\u0163ul ei s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentrebe dac\u0103 nu \u015ftiu ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat cu ea, c\u0103 nu ajunsese \u00eenc\u0103 acas\u0103. I-am spus ce \u015ftiam \u015fi a zis c\u0103 se duce dup\u0103 ea. Mi se pare c\u0103 ea a ajuns acas\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 apuce el s\u0103 plece.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen ziua urm\u0103toare tot centrul era plin de oameni, veni\u0163i s\u0103 protesteze, \u015fi pe sear\u0103 Ceau\u015fescu a fugit cu un elicopter de pe terasa Comitetului Central. De fapt eu am v\u0103zut ce s-a petrecut, la televizor, la jurnalul de sear\u0103. De atunci \u00eencolo totul a fost ca o nebunie general\u0103, din care doar c\u00e2\u0163iva \u00een\u0163elegeau \u015fi \u015ftiau ce urma s\u0103 se \u00eent\u00e2mple.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ceau\u015fescu a fost prins, el, \u015fi nevast\u0103-sa du\u015fi la o unitate a armatei din T\u00e2rgovi\u015fte, i s-a f\u0103cut un simulacru de proces \u00een care n-a fost l\u0103sat s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103, a fost acuzat c\u0103 a asuprit poporul, condamnat la moarte \u015fi executat prin \u00eempu\u015fcare, \u00eempreun\u0103 cu so\u0163ia. Imediat puterea a fost preluat\u0103 de comuni\u015ftii din r\u00e2ndul al doi-lea, noi ne bucuram c\u0103 sc\u0103pasem de dictator, dar ei ne coceau ceva care avea s\u0103 ne dezam\u0103geasc\u0103 ani \u015fi ani la r\u00e2nd, \u015fi nici acum nu ne-am g\u0103sit drumul \u015fi lini\u015ftea. \u015ei acum, dup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci \u015fi trei de ani, \u00eenc\u0103 mai b\u00e2jb\u00e2in pe c\u0103r\u0103rile \u00eentortocheate ale democra\u0163iei \u015fi ale libert\u0103\u0163ii gre\u015fit \u00een\u0163elese.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen prim\u0103var\u0103 tinerii, d\u00e2ndu-\u015fi seama de marea p\u0103c\u0103lel\u0103 din decembrie, au pornit un meeting perpetuu \u00een Pia\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii. Timp de dou\u0103 luni, zile \u015fi nop\u0163i n-au plecat de acolo, au dormit \u00een corturi. Bucure\u015ftenii le aduceau m\u00e2ncare, peste zi li se al\u0103turau mii de oameni, de studen\u0163i, elevi, ba chiar \u015fi pensionari, ca mine. Nana, colegele ei \u015fi c\u00e2\u0163iva profesori, se duceau zilnic acolo, dup\u0103 orele de liceu. Meetingul care era pa\u015fnic, a \u00eenceput c\u0103tre sf\u00e2r\u015fitul lui aprilie \u015fi a fost \u00eenn\u0103bu\u015fit \u00een for\u0163\u0103 \u00een noaptea de 13-14 iunie 1990. Toat\u0103 lumea, profesori, scriitori, intelectuali, to\u0163i cei care speraser\u0103 la o \u0163ar\u0103 prosper\u0103, o via\u0163\u0103 \u00een libertate, un popor fericit, a venit zilnic, dup\u0103 orele de servici, purt\u00e2nd pe piepturi ecusoanele de \u201eGolani\u201d cum \u00eei categorisise cu dispre\u0163 Iliescu. Rom\u00e2ni din str\u0103in\u0103tate purtau \u015fi ei, cu m\u00eendrie, \u00een semn de solidaritate, acela\u015fi ecuson. Eugen Ionesco a fost unul dintre ei.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Balconul facult\u0103\u0163ii de Geologie care d\u0103dea spre Pia\u0163\u0103 a fost deschis \u015fi de acolo oricine avea ceva de spus, putea spune tuturor. C\u00e2ntece romantic-revolu\u0163ionare compuse de cant-autori iubi\u0163i de toat\u0103 lumea adunat\u0103 acolo, Cristian Pa\u0163urc\u0103, Vali Sterian, Andrie\u015f \u015fi mul\u0163i al\u0163ii, ne \u00een\u0103l\u0163au sufletele \u015fi ne \u00eenc\u0103lzeau inimile cu c\u00e2ntecele lor. Au fost zile pline de euforie \u015fi speran\u0163\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cristian Pa\u0163urc\u0103 a compus \u201e Imnul Golanilor\u201d pe versurile lui Valeriu Stelian din care \u00eemi mai amintesc refrenul \u015fi am s\u0103-l scriu, spre aducere aminte.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai bine Haimana, dec\u00e2t tr\u0103d\u0103tor!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai bine Huligan.dec\u00e2t dictator!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai bine Golan,dec\u00e2t activist!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai bine mort,dec\u00e2t Comunist!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Din nefericire am\u00e2ndoi au murit la scurt timp , doi sau trei ani, dup\u0103 aceea, \u00een plin\u0103 tinere\u0163e!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pia\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii a devenit \u201eZona Liber\u0103 de Neocomunism\u201d, iar meetingul s-a numit \u201eGolaniada\u201d.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar puterea veghea. Vorbea de huligani, de golani, de promiscuitate, de gunoaie. Cei din restul \u0163\u0103rii credeau ce li se spunea la televizor \u015fi \u00eei condamnau pe manifestan\u0163i. S-a pornit o contrapropagand\u0103 \u00eendr\u0103cit\u0103,\u015fi noul \u015fef al statului a chemat minerii din Valea Jiului, \u201es\u0103 fac\u0103 ordine \u00een capital\u0103\u201d, s-o cure\u0163e Pia\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii de huligani \u015fi s\u0103 planteze panselu\u0163e \u00een scuarul din fa\u0163a Teatrului Na\u0163ional.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Pentru bucure\u015fteni a fost jignitor \u015fi \u00eenfrico\u015f\u0103tor. Diminea\u0163a, \u00een drum spre Curtea Sticlarilor, pe strad\u0103, minerii (sau ce-or fi fost ei) fug\u0103reau un copil de \u0163igan pe care l-au prins, l-au b\u0103tut \u015fi l-au aruncat \u00eentr-o dub\u0103. Un coleg care venise la serviciu un pic mai t\u00e2rziu, asistase la acela\u015f tratament aplicat altui copil \u015fi le-a strigat s\u0103 nu-l mai bat\u0103 pe bietul copil. Imediat veo trei dintre b\u0103t\u0103u\u015fi s-au luat dup\u0103 el. Colegul a fugit \u00een Curte, a trecut ca fulgerul prin atelierul de la parter, a s\u0103rit pe fereastr\u0103 \u00een alt\u0103 str\u0103du\u0163\u0103 \u015fi dus a fost. B\u0103t\u0103u\u015fii au intrat dup\u0103 el, nu s-au prins c\u0103 s\u0103rise pe fereastr\u0103, au scotocit peste tot, dar nu l-au g\u0103sit. Au plecat amenin\u0163\u00e2nd c\u0103 ne \u00eenva\u0163\u0103 ei minte \u201enenoroci\u0163i de Liberali\u201d ce eram, fiindc\u0103 noi aveam lipite pe toate ferestrele din curtea interioar\u0103 afi\u015fe cu C\u00e2mpeanu, \u015feful Partidului Liberal.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Umblau pe str\u0103zi \u00eenarma\u0163i cu b\u00e2te de basseball, \u015fi cum vedeau vre-un t\u00e2n\u0103r \u00eembr\u0103cat cu blugi, cu barb\u0103 sau li se n\u0103z\u0103rea lor ceva suspect, \u00eel luau la b\u0103taie. Barem \u00een Pia\u0163a Unibersit\u0103\u0163ii a fost m\u0103cel. Cete \u00eenarmate cu b\u00e2te b\u0103teau pe oricine era sau doar trecea pe acolo. L-au identificat, prins \u015fi b\u0103tut pe Marian Munteanu, \u015feful studen\u0163ilor, care a fost dus la spital de alte persoane din Pia\u0163\u0103. L-am v\u0103zut seara la telejurnal. Nenum\u0103ra\u0163i oameni b\u0103tu\u0163i, cu capetele sparte, cu r\u0103ni s\u00e2nger\u00e2nde au ajuns la spitalul Col\u0163ea, de unde reporterii transmiteau aproape continuu.<\/strong><\/p>\n

G. a venit s\u0103 m\u0103 ia acas\u0103 de la serviciu \u015fi pe str\u0103zi era plin de h\u00e2rtii, acte oficiale, aruncate pe ferestrele Ministerului de Interne, care fusese cucerit. Oricum, eu cred c\u0103 aceast\u0103 cucerire a centrului capitalei a \u00eensemnnat mai mult dec\u00e2t \u201ecur\u0103\u0163area\u201d Pie\u0163ii.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva zile, cum minerii nu se d\u0103deau pleca\u0163i, \u015feful statului, care \u00eei chemase, le-a mul\u0163umit \u00een numele nostru, al tuturor, c\u0103 ne-au salvat de \u201ehuligani\u201d \u015fi au restabilit ordinea \u00een capital\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au mai venit minerii \u015fi alt\u0103 dat\u0103, c\u00e2nd au luat cu asalt Consiliul de Mini\u015ftri \u015fi l-au dat jos pe Primul Ministru de atunci. Au mai atacat \u015fi solda\u0163ii veni\u0163i s\u0103-i potoleasc\u0103, deoarece se porniser\u0103 \u00eear spre Bucure\u015fti, de data asta nechema\u0163i.<\/strong><\/p>\n

De fiecare dat\u0103 au fost mor\u0163i, r\u0103ni\u0163i, copii r\u0103ma\u015fi orfani, distrugeri \u015fi jafuri. Dup\u0103 prima mineriad\u0103, mor\u0163ii tineri au fost \u00eengropa\u0163i la Str\u0103ule\u015fti, mul\u0163i, nici nu se \u015ftie c\u00e2\u0163i. A\u015fa cum pentru cei uci\u015fi la revolu\u0163ia din decembrie, a fost necesar un cimitir nou, cu sute de cruci albe, pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 trec oridec\u00e2teori merg \u00een centru.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Au trecut peste dou\u0103zeci de ani de atunci, dar \u00eenc\u0103 ne mai \u00eentreb\u0103m dac\u0103 revolu\u0163ia sau lovitura de stat, cum au considerat-o cei mai mul\u0163i, a adus vre-un bine \u0163\u0103rii sau dac\u0103 am fost \u015fi mai suntem \u00eenc\u0103 manipula\u0163i, \u00eentoxica\u0163i \u015fi sp\u0103la\u0163i pe creier.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Dar visele, speran\u0163a \u015fi iubirea de \u0163ar\u0103 \u015fi de libertate ne-au r\u0103mas \u00een inimi \u015fi azi, ne\u00eemplinite, \u015fi sper c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 le lu\u0103m cu noi \u015fi pe ceealalt\u0103 lume. Ar fi prea trist.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Ceea ce e mai curios, este faptul c\u0103 la revolu\u0163ie au murit c\u00e2teva mii de oameni, iar ast\u0103zi num\u0103rul urma\u015filor acestora este de zeci de mii, ( datorit\u0103 unor beneficii materiale, scutiri de impozite, \u015fi altor facilit\u0103\u0163i acordate de guvernele urm\u0103toare drept recompens\u0103 pentru sprijinul acordat \u201erevolu\u0163iei\u201d respectiv celor care au c\u00e2\u015ftigat puterea, pentru a o sprijini in continuare). Fostul \u015fef al statului, acum la peste 80 de ani, este \u015feful \u015fi organizatorul lor \u015fi \u00eei cheam\u0103 tot \u00een Pia\u0163a Universit\u0103\u0163ii la un meeting \u00eempotriva actualului Pre\u015fedinte al \u0163\u0103rii, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103-l suspende de la pre\u015fedin\u0163ie, deoarece tocmai au r\u0103strurnat guvernul care nu \u00eei era pe plac, \u015fi s-au pus ei, urma\u015fii comuni\u015ftilor la putere. De-acum s\u0103 te \u0163ii, popor rom\u00e2n, ce de binecuv\u00e2nt\u0103ri se vor rev\u0103rsa pe capul t\u0103u. Sau poate ai uitat de toate pentru o p\u00e2ine, un litru de ulei \u015fi trei mici!<\/strong><\/p>\n

A treia oar\u0103 am mers \u00een India \u00een septembrie 2oo3 \u015fi am stat doar \u015fase luni.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen prim\u0103vara lui 2004 \u00eencepuse s\u0103 se preg\u0103teasc\u0103 r\u0103zboiul din Iraq. Pe mine m-a cuprins teama \u015fi n-am mai vrut s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n departe de cas\u0103, a\u015fa c\u0103 \u00een aprilie am plecat din India. Pe aeroport, chiar \u00eenainte de a ne \u00eembarca, s-a anun\u0163at la tv declan\u015farea r\u0103zboiului. Dar am ajuns acas\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 alte nepl\u0103ceri dec\u00e2t confiscarea pachetului de \u0163ig\u0103ri \u015fi a chibritului \u00eenainte de a ne urca \u00een avion, la Delhi.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00cen aceast\u0103 ultim\u0103 \u015federe \u00een India, m-am re\u00eent\u00e2lnit cu Esha, cu fetele ei, Radha \u015fi Tara; cu Leela \u015fi fiica ei cea mic\u0103, Shama; cu Margaret Chatergee, Nilima \u015fi Neetu, nepoata \u015fi fiica lor.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Am fost fericit\u0103 s\u0103 c\u0103l\u0103toresc din nou, pentru ultima oar\u0103, \u00een \u0163ara care mi-a subjugat sufletul pe totdeauna, care m-a fermecat cu frumuse\u0163ile ei, cu oamenii \u015fi natura sa primitoare.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

La 1 iannuarie 1991 am ie\u015fit la pensie, aveam 53 de ani. Noua putere d\u0103duse un decret prin care cei care aveau 50 de ani de v\u00e2rst\u0103 \u015fi 25 de activitate, aveau dreptul s\u0103 ias\u0103 la pensie. De ce s\u0103 mai fi a\u015fteptat? Eram \u00een putere, speram ca, \u00eensf\u00e2r\u015fit, s\u0103 lucrez \u015fi pentru sufletul meu, s\u0103 particip la expozi\u0163ii, s\u0103 m\u0103 rup de orice obliga\u0163ii. Numai c\u0103 n-a fost s\u0103 fie dup\u0103 dorin\u0163a mea. Am lucrat c\u00e2teva servicii \u015fi bibelouri minore pentru unii \u015fi al\u0163ii care avuseser\u0103 norocul s\u0103-\u015fi deschid\u0103 mici afaceri \u015fi ateliere, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103 c\u00e2\u015ftig m\u0103car banii pentru materiale, arderi, expozi\u0163ii. Doar c\u0103 n-am fost pl\u0103tit\u0103 pe c\u00e2t am sperat, am lucrat \u00een condi\u0163ii precare, \u015fi, de undeva, nu \u015ftiu cum, m-am \u00eemboln\u0103vit de tuberculoz\u0103 \u015fi toate visele mele de artist s-au dus pe apa s\u00e2mbetei!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Boala nu mi-a fost fatal\u0103, am sc\u0103pat mai ales datorit\u0103 Nanei care, v\u0103z\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu-mi ai trece \u201er\u0103ceala\u201d ce \u0163inea de vreo trei luni, m-a t\u00e2r\u00e2t la doctor \u015fi bine a f\u0103cut. Dup\u0103 trei luni de spitalizare \u015fi tratament mi-au dat drumul acas\u0103 \u015fi dup\u0103 alte \u015fase, eram complet ref\u0103cut\u0103. At\u00e2ta doar c\u0103-mi pierdusem jum\u0103tate din puterea pe care o avusesem. Dar pot zice c\u0103 am sc\u0103pat u\u015for. Asta se petrecea prin anul 1993.<\/strong><\/p>\n

Cumva, cu noroc, cu ajutorul cerului, am p\u0103c\u0103lit \u015fi boala, \u015fi casa de pensii, c\u0103 iat\u0103, dup\u0103 dou\u0103zeci de ani, \u00eenc\u0103 mai sunt obliga\u0163i s\u0103 mi-o pl\u0103teasc\u0103. \u015eeful sindicatului m-a \u00eentrebat \u00eem glum\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00eemi luam r\u0103mas cum de la colegi; \u201eDoamnna Anca, nu v\u0103 teme\u0163i c\u0103 v\u0103 pun \u0103\u015ftia ceva<\/em> \u00een pensie?\u201d Uite c\u0103 nu mi-au pus! Sau mi-au pus dar nu le-a reu\u015fit! Am fost mai tare!<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mai pu\u0163in noroc a avut Cristina, prieten\u0103 \u015fi coleg\u0103 de facultate \u015fi de serviciu. A murit de cancer doi ani mai t\u00e2rziu. A fost greu \u015fi sf\u00e2\u015fietor s-o v\u0103d cum sufer\u0103 \u015fi cum se stinge. Am suferit \u00een urma ei ca \u00een urma unei surori.<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Rodica Anca<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Sursa: George Anca<\/a><\/p>\n

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