Youth/Old age. It's so wonderful!

It's so wonderful: the Romanian political class! I do not contest the fact that some of the Senators and some of the deputies - the vast majority, why not? - are moved by the highest national ideals. But, when they are all gathered together, something of great embarrassment comes up, what a laugh! Each one is shouting in his/her own language, in a dodecaphonic concert, as deafening, as funny.

There are two sides now: the "elderly" side and the "youth" side. Really! You fill like you're splitting with laughter, that's even better than the Laurel and Hardy's movies when they are saying good-bye from inside their car while they ran into a swamp. So the "youngsters" want to look "elderly" and the elders want to look "young". This is a very funny matter that, unfortunately, can't be appreciated for its real subtlety - impartial (as every Romanian is) with the inner policy life. The elders are attending rock, jazz, and pop concerts, are going to fitness, are talking in slang, are cool guys, gamins, as you should be afraid to meet them on the streets just because of their age and the effort they put up with to thrill.

The youngsters, are even worse! They look gloomy, deep in thinking, it seems like they are dying their hair to look gray are firmly quoting famous dicta, are reciting passages concerning history events as if they lived them on their own.

When I watch Traian Basescu, Mircea Geoana, Emil Boc or Crin Antonescu I am ashamed  with my physical performance. More to that, I imagine that if there would be some pub jokes on the matter I should have tears in my eyes at the end. On the other side, when I watch and hear Nicolae Banicioiu, Elena Basescu, Monica Iacob Ridzi, Bogdan Olteanu, I realize in a second, that all my school attending was in vain. I learned nothing. I grew old and passed through life useless. I almost wish to look out for my teachers, the still alive ones, to apologize for their wasting time with me. Well, when Mr. Cristian Boureanu is speaking, that's a fact! There is all true. You can see it on his deep thinking face expression, on his early gray hair. This man is not talking nonsense. He is not approaching easy topics, such as the state of mind of the Romanian citizens between eighteen and thirty years old.

He is fighting the social morality issue that is streaming out from the effective Romanian legislation. And what am I doing all this time? I am a person at his "second youth", that is trying to deceive people who come with bills at my door. That's embarrasing!

I find myself from time to time among coffee mates, aboulic persons like me, who are looking for their age through snuffs. The elders are young and the youngsters are elders. But who are YOU?

By Dragos Moldovan

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