Ceausescu through the eyes of a child

I was familiar with the image of Ceausescu. It was present in each school class and in each book. But when I was 9 years old together with my colleagues, we were ready to welcome him with cheers and small flags. It was a cold watery September, and we look forward to see him. In about 3-4 hours, exhausted by cold and hunger, the Comrade appears in a convertible, dry and old, waving his hand understanding. I could not believe what I see. Smiling face with red cheeks and healthy, surrounded by lamb cap was replaced by a mug aged and bored. A loud ask the teacher:
- Comrade teacher, that old man is Ceausescu ?!
I've never heard the answer, but I suddenly felt a hot and soundly slap on my face and ear. :)

Written by lorette on Tuesday November 1, 2016
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