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Strange to see for a 55-year-old Romanian like me, who lived 19 years under communism, and still having in mind the image of Ceaușescu as an intangible god.
The unnamed king for whom you were kicked out of school by communist activists and you sat bored, tired and hungry one day in the sun, on the side of the road, together with your class, your colleagues, until a car passed by, ten seconds, to wave flags in homage. To see his bed in which he slept, the swimming pool, the office, the carpets on which he walked, to feel the air he breathed… You who were a tiny mortal, with only the right to live, but without whims or criticisms against communism. You, for whom empty, totally empty shops were a habit, the lack of electricity in the evening, between seven and ten was normal... You, for whom having two cars in the family was an unbelievable thing, a fabrication from American movies...
Although, compared to the standard of living of today's Romanian millionaires, the villa is not opulent, compared to the poverty and deprivations of Romanians under communism, it was an incredible offense, a defiance of humanity, common sense and faith. The interior is the elegant landmark of communist interior design, which I recognize and remind myself of from all the institutional or hotel spaces that reproduced with poverty what Ceaușescu displayed with insensitivity. Yes, and for that alone, the fate it had is justified and an act of justice. From the age of 11, in the autumn of autumn, as a pupil, soldier and student, three or four weeks of work in the fields in the sun or rain, followed by dark evenings, without TV, without heat, without joy, until 1989.
It is worth seeing, as a standard of contempt, meanness, success, stupidity, lack of culture and humanity. As the palace of a four-class shoemaker, who did not understand that the people means people, children, lives, aspirations, dreams, the desire to create, to develop as an individual and to think freely.
