ULTIMILE STIRI Editura Moldova 2002, 420 pages
ISBN: 973-8422-20-5
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The Greatest Son of All
The 27th of November 1995
Mournful day today at the archbishopric liturgy, serviced at Church "Saint Nicolae" from Copou, today ,when we commemorate 55 years from the tragically end of one of the major scientists, Nicolae Iorga. A Husi man killed a man from Botosani. Wallachian sunset on His way and pronounced in Miorita* like wisdom.
The wisdom is not occurring with age, education, or other performances. The wisdom is given only by God and stays with people as long as they are faithful.
The rest of the history is yet again a foot of land where it rains. It is slowly raining , like a smothered pain of the mother, devastated by aloneness. The boys are gone. The girls are crying on their turn. The best of our children are gone. God took them to Him and impoverished all of us. Near the good one, we have a bad one.
Nicolae was the best son of all. He was the Foremost Son of Romanians.
*Miorita: the best Romanian folk poem
Lepers
The 28th of November 1995
At Tichilesti are forty-five lepers. Women and men life mutilated of the saddest sin of disembodiment. Moreover, we have been made after His look, but damned for unfaithfulness.The colony has been established in 1928. Now the party walls crumble over the iron beds on which are overlain deepen human beings made up from pieces of disfigured flash. They are old and starving. They tremble when they see a white slice of bread.
The world forgot them, and people cannot bear them. They are frightened of normal sights and faces, touching their gone noses, with blunt fingers of their wobbly hands, seeking the permission of a caress. Moreover, how normal we are comparing these shadows.
They dye slowly, without thoughts, without hope. There is no firewood. There is no food. The doctor is writing to foreigners for help. The officials forgot about them. They will recall of them when they will come with the ballot box.
Dumitru Matcovski
The 29th of November 1995
The poet came to us. Obedient and with the eyes filled of tears. Humbled by the Soviet bear and in tears because of our powerlessness at "Banks of Prut" .
Last year was better and a queen's weather. Moreover, in autumn was a bumper harvest. Now is murkiness and whirlwind in nation. We forget and the forgetfulness brings along the sin.
Dumitru Matcovski steps in firmly, as well as his verse, and he asks about Mihai Leoveanu. The poet came and embraced him, weeping easily.
- Oh, brother! I missed you so much.
- Yes, yes, you are the only ones who missed me.
Advanced, general...
The 30th of November 1995
At the cooperative "Invalid's Work" , there is a torture room. Here come the cops from Pacurari. They bring with them sometimes men, sometimes women .The howls of the "brought in" are audible from the blocs. The janitors keep mum, otherwise are amend and they loose their job. As for the invalids ?! They do not hear, they do not see and you cannot understand with them because they are dump. Thus was invented the heaven of depravity for those dressed up in blue uniforms, where the communist experiences are daily recipes.
Tuesday evening, Dumitru Agape took the garbage to the waste bin. He went down the bloc stairs with a pail in his hand and only in a dressing gown. Sized with the chilly and ill with kidneys, he walked beside the school fence. Since then he can remember anything. The eyewitnesses from the bloc tell that two cops came and begun to beat him with the truncheons. The man screamed. The neighbours alerted. Sick of beating, they hung him on the "Invalids" fence with the handcuffs. The cops left and let the man freezing, more death than alive. The janitor was not permitted to see or to hear. The man stood there for about three hours, hanging by the fence, full of blood, until his frighten wife found him. Then they called the television. Just then, the two cops came back, smelling like liquor. They stood obedient otherwise, the people, who gathered meanwhile, would have been lynching them. Other cops came with a car and took the two cops away. The neighbourhood was booing them. Three days after, the police chief was advanced General.
Disfigured Man
The 30th of November 1995
Neculai Apavaloaie is bestially beaten, on a street, in Roman. An intervention troop from the Minister of Intern applied him the military castigation in a special way, at head. A butt shattered his mouth.
The man cannot talk, cannot eat. The cheeks are badly wounded. The Facial Surgery Clinic physician , from the University Hospital Saint Spiridon, tells that he has never seen in his life, such mutilation and he is upset that he has to fix the abjection of those who practice on people. He was very nice with the disfigured man's family, but he cannot do more because his hierarchical boss told him to extern Apavaloaie. He received a phone call from Roman, from someone important. If he hospitalize him is bad for the brawlers, because the family will file a complaint at the military Prosecutor.
The disfigured hardly moves and he cries with pain. The anaesthesia faded out and his face hurts him. The boot kicks, the remnant, he cannot even feel them. He has to go to another hospital.
However, he must not tell anyone who beat him and where he is ,because he will be externed from there, too.
His state is grave.
The National Day
The 1st of December 1995
First of December, Romania's National Day, is the moment to render homage to the measureless event, happened seventy years ago; consummation of the Romanian unitary state.
Launch
The 4th of December 1995
The Democratic Convention initiated the "Contract for Romania" an interesting initiative of those who are trying to entice the electorate with other methods than the very well known ,inherited from Farfuride and Branzovenescu.
The tradition imposes the changing of actual political class with those who believe that will do something for this humble people. Unfortunately, even if the governments will change, the most of people will continue to exist the same "sheep" it and tormented by the desire of capitalism living without working.
However, a contract with the Country, with the people, sounds very well and can gain electorate.
The Prosecutor
The 4th of December 1995
The City hall has a nationalised house on Micsunelelor Street. The area is good, but the house is about to fall on Ionel Cojocaru and his five children. They do not have a mother. She died when she gave birth to the youngest one, Iolanda, who now is in first grade .The girl, is just ten years and she has the best grades in her class.
The city councillors decided to evict them from the house, to push through a prosecutor. At number seven, on Micsunelelor Street is sorrow. Ionel Cojocaru and his children will be staying on the street. Nobody thinks of them.
Neither the City Hall, nor the Prosecutor Andries.
Old man Neculai
The 6th December 1995
Many sentiments vanished from the people's heart. Love and appreciation are far-gone. The tolerance for those who are weak and kind, transformed into mockery and mercy, is a grin of satisfaction. All Romanians are owners and you can comprehend with them only in capitalist terms. Any other form of communication is forbidden.
Aloft the winter's air is floating a bad stink. It seems like is coming from the sinkholes where live the Foster's home sons and daughters. Maybe, is coming from the waste bin, rummaged for a slice of bread.
We pass indifferently besides these images sketched out after our nature. We do not want to recognize them or maybe, we do not have the education, essential to distinguish the reality.
We are more thickheaded at thinking and actions than our enemies’s enemies are. We cannot fall in the sinkholes. We cannot trip over the fallen man, in our way, of hungry. We are so proud of our junk shops, booths, stalls, "societies" that we became eternal. We do not even die anymore. We dangle around easily, because Santa Claus has to find us fulled up. We forgot about the people around us. However, did we ever care about the world around us ?
We forget the children in the sinkholes as we forgot the great and true ones at the Gutter in Baragan and Salcea.
This is our curs: forgetfulness. It can die from forgetfulness. At Salcea was imprisoned my father .I do not forget.
The 22nd of December
The 22nd of December 1995
It is the Day of commemoration of those, who sacrificed themselves for the liberty of Romanians. At Iasi, the officials laid wreaths at the Palace of Culture crucifix and soon after, they gathered for a glass of plum brandy or whisky to the "Square House's" canteen. Some of them spilled out from glasses, before clinking, for good luck and victory in politics.
The 23rd of December 1991
The 23rd of December 1995
Today we celebrate four years from the first broadcasting of the independent Television Station Tele M.
A shadow of mother
The 23rd of December 1995
The needles of time pass by in the sand of our indifference. Everything is transitory. It is hurtfully passing. We cannot go back the youth, the dream, the desire. The time melts in the nothingness of the pipkin and the bitter soul asks God forgiveness.
On Tele'M island, it snows no more, it breeze no wind and even if the sun shines the reporter is miserable and runs away with the sadness of the last days of year 1995,in a race by himself. Why is by himself ?
It was four years ago. The people forgot. For they forgot about an anniversary it is not a sin, but a blessing. Like it would be eternal out there, from where you left. It is the way you wanted to be or as God gave you.
Today the reporter has seen a Santa Claus weeping. He was weeping holding a child in his arms. He was weeping as he emptied the wallet. He was weeping, after two thousand years and he was weeping to us, not anywhere else in the world, to us in quarter Nicolina. He was weeping because a father died from cancer and he left behind seven children. He was weeping because the mother left for another and she left seven children in God hands. And the children do not have neither a father nor a mother, or a Christmas. And the eldest one is only three years old and he is handsome and he is silent and he is barefoot and he is hungry. And one from his sisters is thirteen years old and she is weeping that her colleagues see her and she has the best in her class.
On Salciilor Street live seven children, as willow shoots, and a stronger one, Sebastian, takes care of his brothers and sisters. His father died his mother married and let them alone.Why the reporter is sad ?
-My name is Prisecaru Neculai Sebastian. I take care of seven children and they are underage.
-How come you are alone ?
-Mother got married with a second husband.
-And left you alone ?
-She passes by, from time to time.
-How old is Mihaita ?
-He is three years old.
-How old are the children you're taking care of, brothers and sisters?
-I am nineteen years old, I have one more brother of seventeen years old, and than the one of fifteen years old, thirteen years old, twelve years old, eight and three years old.
-And where is your father ?
-My father is dead.
-When did he die ?
-It was in '90.
-Why did he die from ?
-From a lung disease, lung cancer.
-And when did your mother leave you ?
-For a while now, about one year ago.
-And how do you deal with?
-It is hard.
-Money, any help ?
-The pension, the allowance.
-Do you work somewhere ?
-I do not.
-Girls,are they going to school ?
-They do. And he points out to the two sisters beside him. And one more, my brother, thirteen years old.
-What do you want to tell your mother now ?
-To come home and take care of the children.
They have a shelter. Others live in sinkholes. Nobody knows nothing and the nothing surrounding us. Nothing we will find, because the nothing of the sinkholes gives these children the disease. Look at these children in their sad happiness and recognize the cradle, without mother, of the child who plays with a toy, offered by Santa Claus.
And nobody sees them. Nobody hears them. They are underage and they do not vote. It votes for them Tuberculoses, Cancer or AIDS. Nobody knows nothing and nobody stumble from anything.
In the centre of Romania, in Romanian heart, it is a gully hole. The sad reporter saw it and videotaped it for you and he was not surprised by the Santa Claus tear.
The sad reporter does not wish sadness. The sad reporter is sad, like the darkness of the gully hole that brings the tuberculoses in bodies that tomorrow could work, could have children, nephews, love. They have just a shadow of mother.
Sofianu and Istov
The 9th of January 1996
Monday, January 8th, 1996 the Military Prosecutor of Iasi concluded on the felony ,committed on 28th of November 1995 by Istov Mihai and Lucian Adrian Sofianu, petty officer at the second section of Police from Pacurari.
We remind you that at the date above, these two cops seized the citizen Dumitru Agape, and they hung him on the Cooperative's "The Work of Invalids" fence, with the handcuffs, leaving him freezing for three ours. The neighbours from the blocs, profoundly revolted, called television Tele M, who came right away at the place.
The cops released Dumitru Agape, who was dead than alive, and soon after they left in a hurry the place of ambush, at people boos, about to lynch them.
Even if at that date, the eyewitnesses declared that Dumitru Agape was beaten by the two petty officers, the medico-legal exam did not determine signs of violence. The General prosecutor from The Military Office, Mihai Stefan, took notice of the penal act of the two petty officers from the television. After the examination, the verdict was the investigation of the two petty officers, for the felony- illegal private of liberty. The two could be sentence, according to Criminal Law, at prison between two and seven years.
Communicate
The 12th of January 1996
The Inspector of Sanitary Police and Medical Prevention communicate: Do not leave your house if you are sick and you have flue symptoms (cough, sneeze, fever, headaches and eyeballs aches). Do not allow sick children, who have the above symptoms, to go to creches or schools.
Do not expose yourself, improperly dressed, to low temperatures and currents of air.
Do not visit the ill people in hospital.
It is mandatory to use your personal handkerchief when coughing or sneezing.
Avoid the crowded places from theatres or the public transportation.
Strengthen you body by eating healthy, dressing appropriately, practicing outdoors sport. Call the medical stuff if you suffer from a cardiac disease, lung disease, etc., and ask for vaccine.
The 15th of January 1850
The 15th of January 1996
Today we commemorate one hundred and six years since God forgave us of our sins. At that moment, he gave us one more son, the most beloved son of the poetry, Mister Eminescu.
The 24th of January 1859
The 24th of January 1996
When Eminescu was just nine years and a few days old, it came out a great Lord, named Alexandru Ioan Cuza, which unified two neighbour countries: Moldova and Romanian Country.
From that time, it elapsed one hundred and seven years.
Iliesu at Iasi
The 24th of January 1996
The President of Romania, Ion Iliescu, danced again at Iasi, the Romanian Round dance of Unification, under the statue's permissive eyes of the Moldavian Lord, Alexandru Ioan Cuza, in the Unification Piazza. The music played wonderfully and patriotically but the dance was staggered by the cold and the portrait of King Mihai, hanged up on the bloc across the hotel. In the piazza, it could not fit at once a lord, a king and a president and all to the same anniversary.
For the time being.
The pensioners
The 31st of January 1996
The pensioners live harder and harder. The pension is not much. The cold is big, and the food is very expensive. The live is a burden. The City Hall gave to the Union of Pensioners a location, meant for a store for those with little income. The store runs, charging 30% commercial tax and it sells mainly cigars, coffee and alcoholic beverage.
Total war
The 14th of February 1996
The Police and the Church shook hands for the annihilation of a private taxi company.In just one day, 30 taxis of "Romaris" Company were stopped from traffic. The record was attained by the police officers from "Traffic" at superior’s order. Romaris dominated the market because they have, the lowest prices in the city .They are a serious competitor for a police officer from "Economics" who has 10 taxis and a driving school. In fact, his wife is taking care of the business, but the money is for both of them, especially from the driver licence exams.
The reason the police officers have to shut them down was...he bright panel on the cab. They say it looks like the one of the Road Police and creates discontent in traffic. It is hard to imagine such method .
The police officers changed only the uniforms, but I hear them that they regret the militia one. That is why, they did nothing, when one of the dispatchers from "Romaris", was gun threaten by a drunken priest.
At some point, the server of crusaders faith took the guardian rifle, jumped the fence of the "Romano-Catholic Institute" and the "Parachuting Tour", where were working in the night shift the most beautiful dispatchers from "Romaris".
It was ten minutes after one in the night, when the holy watered knocked on the metallic door with the rifle's butt .The girls frightened and called for help .In a couple of minutes came 100 taxis drivers. The drivers saved the assailants from the armed hand of the catholic, which left, leaving behind as prove the rifle with the bullets. The police officers did not come so the taxi drivers blocked-up Vascauteanu Street until the next day at noon. The police officer's company benefited fully from this time, driving with speed and higher prices, mostly that nobody fined them for breaking up the traffic laws.
Ambassador
The 15th of February 1996
The ambassador of France in Romanian, his Excellency Mister Bernard Boyer, was invited like member of honour in Rotary Club, Bucharest.The festivity took place in the guest hall of the French Institute from the Romanian Capital where director is Nobert Dodille, member of the prestigious international club.
At this festivity was present, the president of Rotary Club Iasi, Ticu Isari.
Desperate situation
The 11th of March 1996
Vasile Diaconu is dismissed from prison. He was incarcerated for four years. He stole two cartons of Kent from a booth in Tirgu Cucului. The harmed one reclaimed everything he had and did not have in the blackboard shop. Not that he gave the money for all he has supposedly stolen but Vasile was imprisoned. In the cell, he stayed together with a boy from Horlesti, who was condemned for not saluting the village police officer.
The time does not come back, and not the health. He is very upset and he has a wounded soul. However, he is still young and he can work. He was looking two months for a job. Nobody wants to hire him when hear from where he came. Vasile is desperate. He does not know where to go. The roads are closed. As civiler, it is harder than in prison. Here you can starve to death in sinkholes .Back he does not want to go. He is better in tomb than in there. However, his parents do not have money for burial. His elder sister, who died while he was in prison, they buried her with help from City Hall. The woman who lives above is still lying at the morgue. The family is penniless. The people do not have money anymore. The quarter is poor.
The cigarettes were stolen for a cop who promised him to hire him at "Guardians". But he was sent to prison.
Yesterday he visited the Adventists. He does not know if this is right, he came to ask if they are penitents. He has a bible in his hand, which he twisted it with the cross upside down.
-The other ones did not receive me .Here they gave me clothes from up to toes, say Vasile, smoothening the crease.
Ioanid Romanescu
The 22nd of March 1996
A poet died. A great poet died. He was ours and like no other. Now, without Ioanid, we are vulnerable at words. We cannot write verses of thoughts, because the thoughts are gone. They have gone with him at Cemetery Eternity. God rest him in peace !
The colour of democracy
The 8th of August 1996
In a bus there are more people: white, black, yellow, Métis. The bus drives to a place of democracy and the occupants do not have racial prejudices. They are the real ambassadors of democracy.
The bus breaks in a crossroad, and the white democrat,asks to the rest of passengers to step out the buss and push it, so it can arrive at the final destination. The other colours attitude was: "The equality is for us all". The white man understands and he propose for those in the buss to paint themselves in one single colour; the green colour for example. Everyone is paint in green, the paint near at hand. The buss had to be moved .The white man painted in green stand up and says:
-The dark green ones ,quickly ,go to push the buss!
The right to vote
The 19th of September 1996
Seven girls, runaways from a Foster Home, sleep on the cardboards between the columns of the bloc from Tirgu Cucului. The passers-by trip over them. Confused they wake up and begin to swing their bodies.
They sleep again. The autumn wind blows cold. They have all the disease. Some day they will give birth.
The elections are coming. None of them has the right to vote.
The neighbourhood
The 20th of September 1996
Constantin Dragan is a pensioner who lives in the neighbourhood Mircea Cel Batran. All his life he worked at Metallurgic. For a while, he is gathering up from waste bins all kind of things. He brought up in the dryer, at tenth floor a bicycle, but still all kind pretty-pretties. He pulled out a radiator and he caused an inundation all over the bloc. The people, upset, smashed the door from the dryer and they began to throw away from the floor all that Dragan has gained.
The park facing the bloc is filled by the neighbourhood wastes .The children pick some from the ground between the pause of the two thrown blocs.
The people from the staircase are very upset with their neighbour, named Constantin Dragan.
The Polio Campaign
The 20th of September 1996
Rotary International is a worldwide organization with one million and two thousand members, men and women from one hundred and fifty countries. They are free people, without racial prejudices, without political convictions, from all religions.
-Our purpose is to militate for the well-being of the world, says Neville Hackett from Great Britain. We came to Iasi with Meyer-Lie from Sweden for the eradication of the poliomyelitis within the Rotary campaign and we hope to immunize 760 thousands children from nineteen cities in the Nord part of your country. The Rotarian project for polio started in 1985, being a dream come true of our president, Mister Carlos Conseco, project initiated together with the International The organization of Health and together with UNICEF. We immunized over one milliard of children that is 86% from the world’s children. We hope in year 2000 to have the power to eradicate the poliomyelitis and in year 2005 to eradicate the virus from the globe.
What a Mayor!
The 25th of September 1996
The village Voinesti is dining a rumour .That Maria Scrijan is in prison, and her children are homeless.The rumour was given by her ex husband, which once has demolished the house and beaten all four children and the poor women left at his parent’s house in Dumesti. The woman, scared, ran away to Bucharest, taking with her two children, the youngest ones .Now she works at Leather Goods and Footwear Factory. He earns pretty well and she would want to bring the children all together. The Mayor from Voinesti, Neculai Ivascu, he agrees with her but that is all, because he does not poke his nose into the family. The village’s police officer does not interfere
either, even if he knows that Scrijan beats as hell.
-Their little girl, eleven years old is sick from the beatings, but we cannot do anything, close up the mayor.
- What a mayor, says Maria Scrijan.
Police officer with sneakers
The 20th of March 1997
Constantin Gavril was dressed from up to toes by his wife. Then women took everything a man needs ,coming home after the sentence. He was imprisoned four years. They dismissed him earlier for being a humble man. He even worked. He caused no problem and many were wondering why he was imprisoned.
- Exactly, wonders sergeant Tanasa, when the ex prisoner offered the boss a round of drink.Everyone buys a drink for police officers. And when they put you in and when they put you out. Else, it is not possible. Amazing is you got yourself beaten. Training. It is good for liver. Same as vodka.
Tanasa drinks up all he can. Now he is a drunk sergeant, but in mission. He snuffed out the cigarette on Gavril's foot. Gavril scream out. The sergeant jumps as burnt.
- You swear my mother, you louse. You insult my mother .And he smacked the man that resounded the pub. Habitual actions.
- Pull out fifty thousands lei; otherwise, I will take you back.
Gavril pulls out the money and gives it to him, with shaking hands, not after money but of scare. Two days ago a liberated died here. He stayed at hoosegow for five years. They took him dead from home. Cold is Gavril, too. He is all white. From vodka. The sergeant drinks only "Perfect" vodka, with lemon. He ordered only "Party". "Party you bastard!", fulminates, but in his head.
- Take off your sneakers, you louse! , fulminates the sergeant.
One hundred and eighty thousands lei ,paid my wife for the sneakers. They were genuine. From the very beginning, he felt the militiaman aimed them.
Gavril is barefoot. Barefoot, free and fined with fifty thousands lei.
The apricot tree of the dead women
The 17th of April 1997
On the White Street, there is a church. Facing the church, there is a house, lowered to the basement. The house is not visible from the street, but at gate, full of flowers, watched an apricot tree. The master of the basement loved so much the tree and took great care of it. She did not believe the spring will come and she thought that she would die with dark and cold. The rays of sun were shining and it melted down the snow banks, leaving the shuddering flowers in the silent wind of morning.
Elena Lacatusu saw once again the unripe white almost to blossom. She sobbed three times and she passed away in the story of her nephews, left for work in Italy. There is nobody to bury her. The house is from the City Hall.
The ended troubles belong to people. They pass-by the house from the basement and they do not see the lifeless women but they look with wonder to the apricot tree ahead the fallen fence and they ask where the old women dogs are.
- Three days they kept her safe from rats, until we found it, us the neighbours.
Extern
The 27th of November 1997
Bagdad will allow United Nations military inspectors to enter in the presidential palace of Sadam Hussein. The announcement was done last night, following the increasing of international pressures.
The Government from Papua New Guinea confronts with corruption and bribery. The Australian television ABC broadcast a tape where the Prime Minister of New Guinea, Bill Skate, authorized a payment to one of ministers.
Great Britain authorities confronts with a massive number of illegal immigrants. In the fight against this flagellum engaged and some secret Britain services.
Michael Hutchence, the INXS vocalist was buried today at Sydney. At his memorial, held at St. Andrew Cathedral, were present singers and celebrities from around the world.
The torrential rain in West South of England caused floods, devastating in couple of hours hundreds of homes.
The global warming
The 1st of December 1997
Today, at Kyoto has started an international conference on global climate issues. The delegates on behalf of one hundred and fifty nations will try to reduce the peril of global warming produced by greenhouse effect.
The European Union Council is confronted with a tensioned situation. The European countries, which will not join the unique coin, are afraid that they will be left out of the decisional group of the Union.
The body of the French social worker, killed in Tajikistan, during a salvation operation, will be returned in his country with a military plane.
Louis Farakan, the leader of Islam Nations, from ONU, has announced yesterday, that his international tour, which begins today, will include Iraq, too. The White House showed irritated of Farakan intention to visit a state that generates continuous tension.
AIDS victims from Israel do not have access to the "cocktail" of drugs that could prolong their lives. Israel’s health system does not cover the cost of vital combination.
Over three thousand firefighters try to stop the fire from South of Australia’s woods. It has started to show up help to replace the stuff in the area, tired and affected in the fight with fire.
Censorship
The 5th of December 1997
On 23rd of December, this year, we remember eight years from the so-called Revolution and six years from the first broadcasting on air of Television Tele M.
How are we after all these years ? We are evil and ugly and with less faith in God. The soul is full of hate and in search for others guilt and the sin of changing. The misinforming is at home, only we all have been the instruments of security and activism. It is or it is not good that the evil and the envy hides in people, only God knows and He can punish. But when these type of people control the media institutions is terrible and a big sin for their children’s children. But until the trial it is bad for all of us.
The Romanian President Emil Constantinescu has visited Iasi, and one of the important moments of his visit was the live transmission from our television station. The state television ,TVR Iasi, transmitted also about the visit of the president in our city , but dissembled the live transmission from Tele M .We are not taken by the pride ,but we consider the attitude of TVR Iasi , revolting misinforming, cowardly for the citizen who pays the subscription.
The censorship is like home, because the communist mentality is at the Party School on Karl Marx Street. His ghost is haunting the mediocrity, down on Codrescu Street.
Ultimile stiri - Ticu Isari