Guilty day of non-gym
attendance. I didn’t make it to the
gym. One thing led to another. I dove into all the open email matters and
before long it was noon. I spent quite
some time with my book in the bathroom.
A call or three were unavoidable.
Suddenly there was no time left for the gym. Pick up the kids, now.
Odd helix of sound between my room where Sonny Rollins is
darting about, majestically. In the
other room, from the kitchen, The Clash’ “Police and Thieves’ is ringing out,
demanding attention. Upstairs, my
daughter says it’s time to tuck her in.
I wrote a few days back about a meeting with a woman from
Romania. She was one of the staff at the
American Club in Tokyo. She’d mentioned Nicolae
Ceaușescu. I know he met a violent end,
but I didn’t recall just how it all came to pass. Youtube has a clip entitled “Ceausescu's Last Day” and I dove in. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qBrHOg2Ih4w
There is the remarkable speech where the “Genius of the
Carpathian's” is droning on with the same speech he’s probably made a dozen
times, till his eyes are drawn towards a disturbance in the crowd. He completely looses his train of
thought. People behind him begin fleeing
and darting in the door. It becomes
clear that something very serious is happening.
Within hours he has fled the capital. He’s on the run and the nation knows it. We travel with him and his wife and hear his
conversation in one city and then another, traveling along in the back of his
car with his wife. “Look at all I did
for them. Before me there was nothing
here.” Eventually he is betrayed by a
driver. The couple is tried quickly. And
then they are taken back shot repeatedly.
It’s all quite graphic.
Unfiltered perhaps unavoidable revenge, tearing the otherwise “velvet”
revolution.
Amidst this Shakespearean descent to comeuppance, I found
myself drawn to listening to this “other” Romance language with great
interest. Turns of phrase that sound
Spanish, or French. As one gets older
its probably best to focus on languages where one has a fighting chance with
some familiarity.
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