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In 1973 I arrived to the conclusion that I have to cross the border.
To try to cross the border.
I didn't see it such a hard task.
Definitely the boarder couldn't be better guarded than we were surrounded. It could have not been.
But I couldn't leave the country before I was seeing once my mother, my parent's house and the mountains.
I was feeling the need...
- From here you cannot see the mountains. - No, you cannot see them.
From Copsa Mica they can be seen.
When the sky is very clear you can see them very well from the top of a hill.
And because of that I had to go to Fagaras.
I didn't see it as a big danger and it wasn't a big danger.
At least after so many years if they would still chasing me, my physiognomy had changed.
As a matter of fact, if I would have seen myself walking on the street I had not recognized myself.
How this meeting evolved ?
It was... I arrived at the dusk, during the night. I entered, determined not to enter in the house during the night,
I wanted to enter in the attic of the barn
and to observe the yard my next of kin or they were replaced by other persons as it happened in so many places.
The moment of certainty that I was in the right place was triggered by the fact that I had seen the yoke of the she-buffalos.
But it could have been someone else, the things could had remained there but my next of kin to be taken away.
And even in the morning, when I saw my married sister and two lads, who had taken the scythes to go away, I wasn't fully certain until I saw my mother coming out.
I couldn't be sure until I found my mother alone.
I was surprised because she received me very aloof and she threaten me to get out and leave.
- She didn't recognize you ? - She didn't recognize, she couldn't recognize me.
The things happened in this fashion: Securitate used this technique, few times some guys came in pretending to be me saying "look mother, I am Ion, I came back home".
Of course she didn't recognize them and pushed them out from the yard.