Day 1 – 3/2/1987 – A dream

The cry of war… the rumble of footsteps… seeing my brother’s die for their land… A sound of a bullet crack by… We’re running to the sandbags, but suddenly, a deafening bang just in front of me and… silence. I open my eyes and see my apartment’s ceiling. I get out of bed with a headache and go to the window. It is still dark, even though I have to go to work. So I jump in my slippers and turn on the light.

After eating a sandwich or two, I go to my Volga. I get in and turn the key… all I hear is a few coughs out of the engine and that’s it. Weather is so cold my car cannot start. I slam the door – looks like I’ll be going by bus. On my way to the nearest bus stop I cannot help overseeing a crowd of people. In the middle of that crowd, there is a man standing on some boxes or pallets or something. He’s talking to the crowd something about politics. I come closer. Now I recognize him – that’s Piotr Ogurech – a notorious leader of some anti-communism group called “Free Land for Taviana Republic” or something.
                             – The communists have brought nothing, but poverty to our community – he speaks – they are stealing from us, they are making us slave for them and what do we get in return? Nothing!
“Nothing” and a few agreeing murmurs rumble in the crowd.

I listen to him for some time and decide to go to the bus stop, until I’m too late for work. When I arrive at work my colleague meets me:
                             – Ay, Richie, what’s new?
                             – Nothing good. My car didn’t start so I barely made it in time.
                             – Hmm… yeah… it’s a cold winter…
                             – Oh yeah, also, I heard that Ogurech, or whatever his name is, speak.
                             – Ah, Ogurech! He’s a good man, I really support him for what he’s doing.
                             – Tsh, don’t say that out loud, you may get fired for those kinds of supports.
                             – Relax, none is around.
                             – Yeah, but if I were you, I’d be more careful. I don’t have any temptation to go to Syberia.
                             – Uh-huh, whatever.
He turned around and went to work. That was Matei Lilek. A good man, but sometimes reacts strange to things. I continued working.

To be continued….