My Future Depends On It
I was 15 when we left Romania. It was 1965. Ceaușescu just came to power. At the airport they searched our luggage and peered into our bodies. On the plane people shared their humiliating experiences with each other while dismantling their shoes and loosening their teeth to uncover hidden treasures. My mother and I rolled our eyes in utter disbelief just as we did down below when customs people were reaching inside our bodies. The man sitting next to my mother said: “I hope I do not have to go to the bathroom until Vienna. My future depends on it.”
Photo Credit: Dean Morley
A perfect ending. Wonderful. The story conveys well in a few words a society losing its way.
I enjoyed reading this, as it reminded me of the ‘unspoken problems’ many governments made their citizens discover on the way thru life… Nowadays we get elite university news, but then see the same city quarters rotting just like when our parents were young.