Dr. Cornelia Păun Heinzel: “Déjà vu”
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Translation: Andrei Pavel
If someone would have told me that it is ever possible to go back in time , I would not belive him. But look , in one day, I lived such a depiction, in a real mode.
In the morning, when I arrived at the body name ,, Lyon'', of the Polytechnic University, my head of department told me immediately how he see me:
-Valeanu, today you go with the students to practice today at company. The bus it's coming right the way to take you to the location.
I immediately complied the indications and i got out in the yard University. The students, cheerful and talkative, they waiting for me near the bus. I told them to climb and I did the same thing. I occupied a place in the middle of the vehicle.
-Come in the front! the driver bus invited me, an old man with cute figure.
-Yes , yes , go there! says students , who believed that my presence with them, will prevent them from doing nonsense.
-No, I want to stay here, I said, thinking that I always like more between students and I feel good with them.
Buses run smoothly streets of the capital, until get out of Bucharest. Then I was dumbfounded. I thought we were going to a company in Bucharest. I did not know that the company is out of town. Soon appear cultivate fields with cereals with the specifice rural zone.On the roadside occasionally guarding lost a fruit tree.Soon I entered the first village. The settlement was full of stately mansions builted one after another. Appeared a mall. I didn't see it until then in a rural area such a building of this size and with this intended primary destinations.
Our way continues on the road,  on the crossed area fields. At one point, I went off it and took it on a country road. I thought that is the end of the road. But he wasn't like that. The bus took on the field, to the stubble. And so crossed, appeared a several minutes a strange buildings  from some strange sheet metal construction, like the old shacks of the workers from construction, but more clean.
The bus it's stop.
-Okay, we reached our destination, says the old man. Get out of the car!
I arrived immediately in front of the buildings. One was open sliding door vertically like a car garages. I step in and a elegant lady, dressed in suit and she streach one hand manly and she said with loud voice:
-I'm Marilena Ionescu, manager of the Ancient Electronix. Welcome! I hope you enjoy our company.
-Dan Mihai Valeanu I said and I turned my eyes with curiosity, to find a chair where i didn't agate or dirty clothes because the seats were in an advanced stage of wear, such is no longer in currently the country. All the experience of over twenty-five years have been scrapped. There were chairs from another era. Socialist era!
The women had guess my thoughts.
-You can sit there in my seat, she said, showed me in a corner a chair more elegant but the  earlier era.
I settle on the director's seat, leather, swivel. And then he pointed scartain under my weight. I was scared I might fall and I studied to see if it resist.
Students knew what to do.They had been here several times. They entered in the cabin and they changed in blue robes, which was printed company name 'Ancient Electronix'
From where I sit, we were wide view over a large area. And what I saw then, I was captured with everything. The hangar also have floor. From there, some heads appeared indecent wich studying me with curiosity. They were clerks in the firm's accounting financinar compartment, located upstairs on a carrier sheet which climb upstairs on the metal sheet...
Looking around me I realise that such a place had seen only in communism. Todays companies have a completely different look, with another equipments.
Worktops, old, were arranged in parallel rows just like in the workshops of the socialist era. In the huge hangar at the numerous tables and chairs, as ancient, they were distributed dozen workers who stuck bored electronic components on boards textolit. Occasionally, some walking around slowly, without an end, others went with a air bored,to the coffee dispenser. That thing a dind't see it as a student, before the revolution. Unbelievable! It had been twenty-five years and this place was unchanged. Nothing had changed! The work atmosphere, furniture, layout of arrangement people dressed the same with the same attitude ... even hangar with sliding door, metal stairs, the floor with the same floor was the same.
I realized at one point that the furniture enclosure it was known by me.It was the same when I took my practice in the students years. Tables, chairs, bench vices and dispozitiv equipped with gripping parts, machinery I knew. It was also bending machine and guillotine shears for cutting sheet metal, galvanic baths where is sinking textolit pads. I noticed then, paradoxically, that the people were the same. But they had other figures over the passage of time it's mark - their hair was white and sparse, the faces where furrowed by wrinkles more and less, per persone but others showed a prominent belly or excessive had weakened that become filiarial. Abated even in height, entered to water.I look every face reminding me how they looks about a quarter of a century with traits that still keeps unchanged, eyes, softer, who lost in liveliness, head and face shape and of course the mode of employers wich were.
It was lunch time and they had drawn all their sufertasele stew, just like Ceausescu. I didn't  sow it before, someone coming to the service, the food - it was stewed potatoes, tomatoes. Someone  of them had some pork bones, witch a little pork meat .It was the same that the workers served after the meat disappeared from nutritions people and was given only on ration.
At the specific electronics and computer firms, usually in present they served  catering products currently serve or fast food,cola Maybe occasionally, there is a someone who takes from  home a fruit a salad a sandwich.
The students had found coffee dispenser and they didn't leave it. The products price was very small so they introducing continuously coins selecting tea and coffee.
-Mr 'teacher! Mister teacher! Come! It's cheap! Take a coffee, a student said and she handing me a plastic cup with steaming coffee.
-Thank you, I drunk at home, I said.I dont drink more coffee then one in a day.
-But there is no problem, mr teacher. We drink five and we have nothing. It taste special. It is not like the usual,witch we drink every day.
In that moment, the steaming of coffee witch was give it to me enterd in my nose who instantly expands ,for investigate and I realise that it was a smell and i didn't smell it a long time ago. It was old coffee smell of chicory so called nechezol.
I curiously came near to dispenser and I recognized. Was the same dispenser witch we request when me and my colegs students being at the practice hours.
Unbelievable! I thought. These people brought their furniture, equipment, vehicles, metal enclosure in the middle of the field. But they kept even nechozolul era's..
I went to the toilet. On the sinks were two soaps. Socialist soap era! The same were the toilet paper and the washing detergent toilet. Next door was a closet with a open door , where was stored : soap, detergent, toilet paper ..  the same about twenty-five years.
Here, in the midst of swampy field, closely guarded by stray dogs, it was teleported a big  part of socialist institution.
It came two o'clock. The students gathered quickly and jump up in the bus.
The car start to go in a swampy mad fields, leave it in back visited hangar belonging to another time. We returned back to civilization!I become melancholy, while I look at landscapes, another that we saw at the first time because the driver had chosen another route to the way back.
The cheerful and exuberant energy of the young people by my side create a pleasant atmosphere , entertaining. What they saw for them was something new and their were fascinated for good without knowing why.
-Do you wanna work here in the future? i ask them.
-No,mister professor. We won't. We like here, just for practice. Because it's different ...
The bus go on, passing through villages.
We enter soon in capital and appear high sumptuous buildings, with walls by colored glass in which had headquarters in big electronic companies,computers builted in the old inustrial site . The young people dressed in suits,with ties, in hand with a cup of steaming coffee or  a  cigarette , arose  the balconies or at the entrance at the ground floor of a buildings. And the spread aroma was very pleasant. It was the unmistakable scent of a natural coffee.
We came in present and in civilization!
Next days, my students from different groups shows me at the class electronic components on their pockets.
-But from where? I ask them staring. Then I remembered how stressful were the cleaning  ladies at the university, when in the toilets were brought auxiliary equipment for storing soap, paper , , dry hands machine,  very modern, until disappeared all together. In my time, no student  would not have taken even any needle from practice or from university, I thought. The grow up in profit obtaing , changed people completely...
-From '' Ancient '' Mr.Teacher , they answer me with a loud voices.
-Well,why you take it? I questioned myself, curious for understand  their gesture.
We find a new use. Bostoaca took it even a picture,looks like the manager,witch is dead someone told me and show me a picture of a man in a suit.
I took it in my hand and I was dumbfounded.It was the picture of the former director of a institution where I done my student practice. Mr.Inescu...
 

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