I woke up next day as dawn crept over the newly-liberated Bucharest. I heard loud shouts of happiness pouring with uninhibited enthusiasm and pure joy. They cleaned the streets of bodies so fast! I saw young beautiful girls tie ribbons with the Romanian tricolor flag on soldiers' arms and exalted people carrying the defiled portraits of Ceausescu while chanting: “Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole! The dictator is gone!” Trucks with revolutionaries were driving in all directions waving the new Romanian flag. The big square was full of happy people chanting the new Romanian hymn “Wake up Romanian.” A middle aged man with a megaphone was sitting on the roof of a car and announced that the carnage had finally stopped but there was still a part of the secret police that was loyal to the dictator to Ceausescu. People from a tall building were throwing books down in a big pile where people with torches were waiting to set them on fire. “Burn the books! Burn them,” Vlad approved, nodding while running to help “They only bring evil and death.” Vlad was feeling accepted for the first time in his life, nobody knew or care that he was homeless. Everybody was wearing dirty ripped clothes and celebrated the victory. “We need to get up there!” Crazy shouted at me to make himself heard as he pointed to the tallest building, somewhere to the last floor.” That is where the greatest good is…” From the book GOD’S BURIED CHILDREN by DANIEL FARCAS by Mariana Pasita

I woke up next day as dawn crept over the newly-liberated Bucharest. I heard loud shouts of happiness pouring with uninhibited enthusiasm and pure joy. They cleaned the streets of bodies so fast! I saw young beautiful girls tie ribbons with the Romanian tricolor flag on soldiers' arms and exalted people carrying the defiled portraits of Ceausescu while chanting: “Ole! Ole! Ole! Ole! The dictator is gone!” Trucks with revolutionaries were driving in all directions waving the new Romanian flag. The big square was full of happy people chanting the new Romanian hymn “Wake up Romanian.” A middle aged man with a megaphone was sitting on the roof of a car and announced that the carnage had finally stopped but there was still a part of the secret police that was loyal to the dictator to Ceausescu. People from a tall building were throwing books down in a big pile where people with torches were waiting to set them on fire. “Burn the books! Burn them,” Vlad approved, nodding while running to help “They only bring evil and death.” Vlad was feeling accepted for the first time in his life, nobody knew or care that he was homeless. Everybody was wearing dirty ripped clothes and celebrated the victory. “We need to get up there!” Crazy shouted at me to make himself heard as he pointed to the tallest building, somewhere to the last floor.” That is where the greatest good is…” From the book GOD’S BURIED CHILDREN by DANIEL FARCAS

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