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Prin primavara lui ’89 cineva la o petrecere, mai spre dimineata:
‘Bai, de ceva timp incoace pluteste in aer asa o atmosfera de schimbare sociala…’
Eram suficient de ametiti incat sa nu-l bagam in seama. Dupa AIA ne-am adus aminte mai multi de faza si l-am intrebat ce-l apucase.
‘Ati uitat deja…Poate e mai bine asa…Desi toate pareau la locul lor in realitate nu mai puteai fi sigur de nimic. Totul depindea doar de hachitele sefilor!’

Spring of ’89. Party, small hours. Out of the blue somebody says: ‘For sometimes know I feel the wind of change is picking up!’

We were too drunk to pay much attention at that time but after Ceausescu fell with a bang some of us remembered and asked him about the whole thing:
‘You’ve already forgotten… Maybe it’s better this way…Even if all things seemed perfectly settled the hard reality was that you could not be sure of anything. All was decided at the whim of those powerful enough to make a decision, nothing else mattered but their ‘inspiration’/ambition…’