It's my right and I ask you to respect it
Hello everyone
I am in the 21st century and I am free, and yes that is an amazing thing.
This is also my answer to the fourth point in this weekend's topics.
I have the right to be a free man and I fully enjoy it.
There is a lot to discuss on this topic, but in today's post I will be a bit shorter.
I know that maybe the feeling of being free for a lot of people is something normal, but for us Romanians we have not always been as free as we are today, stay with me to explain this topic in detail.
Before 1989, during the communist period, Romania's borders were very difficult for Romanian citizens to cross, not because of the Romanians, but because the communist regime did not like the idea of leaving the country.
I have some neighbors who couldn't stand the communist regime and, of course, they couldn't cross the border, so they turned to some people who helped them to cross the border fraudulently (these fraudulent border crossing actions were called "I fled the country").
The majority of those who "fled the country" during the communist regime never returned to Romania, leaving behind family, siblings, grandparents, everything they had.
My neighbors fled to Germany but after a while they arrived in the USA, the neighbors from Germany came to Romania only when they buried their parents and now their parents' house is for sale, in a few years no one will remember them.
Those who have "fled" to the USA, you should know that in 30 years they have come to Romania 4 times, some of them don't even know how to speak Romanian.
I say that this is a sad phenomenon for the Romanian people and for the Romanian identity, to abandon your country and worse, your family.
My parents also faced this prohibition to leave the country, before 1989 my parents traded enameled pots (mostly used in the kitchen) which they bought in Hungary and sold in Romania, they had to go at least once a month to the neighboring country (Hungary), and yes, their salaries were so low that they had to have other activities to have a normal life.
I remember even now that my father had several unsuccessful attempts to go to Germany (still looking for goods to sell in Romania), but it was not the distance that stood in his way, but the documents that were required at customs (the fear of the communist regime that once you cross the border you will not return to the country), I remember that he also had a document issued by a German citizen (I think the document was called "convocation") which explained in detail everything he would do while in Germany, look, even so he didn't manage to go to Germany at that time.
At the end of today's post I would like to emphasize once again that I am very happy to be a free man and that I don't want to go back to the pre-1989 times.
If you've made it this far, you've read my post and for that I thank you and wish you all a wonderful Sunday.