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THE REMAINS OF THE DAY (2)
21-22 who shoot at us ?
Artist: Raluca Ilaria Demetrescu
December 21. 2012 - December 22. 2012.
23 years passed already since communism and Ceausescu’s dictatorship fell apart. It‘s a long or a short time,? It’s a lot and hard to relate. At that time I wrote everything in one sitting. The emotion of those riots days in Timisoara transmitted live by radio Free Europe. How on Earth did they succeed in a gated country? The sluggish meeting that Ceasca held that 21 Wednesday morning. And my father, who, on the same day of 21, at 11 PM, on the steps of the National Theatre a few feet far of the soldiers: «They held guns in the position before firing, let's go!» (He was in the Army, he knew). We went through the passage of the University. Behind us, they opened fire.
That day were +70° F, a "miracle" was said.
Me and the others had courage. At that moment we didn’t knew that all was a masquerade. I went out into the streets screaming for freedom. And it was huge. Even now I feel that in my body: “boooooooooooooooo!”
I shoot the clichés with a Zenith camera. I have developed and expanded alone on my Russian Soviet tools. I had very few clichés with me, too bad! I wasn’t a specialist either.
On the 22, before dawn, together with my dad we left home for the center of Bucarest at the spontaneous meeting, (we hope it still was) to get rid of Ceausescu and communism. We went in the Revolution Square. Above us Ceausescu was trying to escape by helicopter. Soon after he left, they start to gunfire. People helped each other. For 3 days I was on the streets. I was 19.
What kind of a nation are we, that we voted on Iliescu at a rate of 85% and we spit on Coposu in May '90? Today, the monsters issued from Securitate and the former communist nomenklatura or their children lead the country and steal and rob and lie. After all it’s not such a long time: 23 years. To this day, because of them, we still didn’t know who shoot us.
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