EDITORIAL - December 1st 2004
Thereâs no need to prove that the Presidents are also humans, since we have enough proof to say it isnât so. The Presidents (of state) are some little machines maintained, oiled, disassembled, reassembled and even thrown away, at an exact moment in time, by the Great Anonymous People and their caprices.
by EMIL HUREZEANU
The parties, the oligarchies, the mobs, the coteries, the freemasonry, the security services, the lobbies are the gears that see, target, select and impose the Presidents, mostly all over the world, transforming them from normal humans into political animals walked around in cages or portraits, through democracyâs itinerary fair. These people generally have their previous and interior lives, their lives before being Presidents. They have their own small or great complexes and reflexes, virtues and domestic vices that their wives, children or close friends not only that are unable to transform them into public expertise, but they also tend to forget them or to deform them using a favourable approach.
One of the certain facts regarding the behaviour of a President, I believe, are the moments of solitude where one can see the unstudied reactions, without necessarily being close to them. This is the time when one is able to see their behaviours, starting from a gesture, a line, from a glimpse towards the window. The sketches that follow up are probably able to open a little the secret doors from these peopleâs bowers in terms of after and before the elections feverishness. They are strong, lonely and unhappy, they are the Presidents that unlike us are very powerful.
During all these last years, I had the occasion of taking a closer look at Emil Constantinescu, Adrian Nastase and Traian Basescu. I want to say that, for certain periods of time, I was alone with each one of them and these periods of time might tell more about these people to more people. Donât expect any betrays or any confidential breakings. I have never been in the position of assuming any formal agreement in this direction, since I donât embrace the sensational revelations. Letâs take one at a time.
Emil Constantinescu, the President of the first alternation of power, after 1989. Always suspicious, aware of his responsibility, a tensed Scorpio. Many months before being elected, in a hotel in Munchen, before an interview, he was showing me a big and thick red-covered notebook. In it, some sort of table, having columns like "Crt. No.", Date, Name and Surname. "Here is where I write down all the important meetings with university rectors, Yaser Arafat and so on", says Constantinescu. Near each rubric there is the time in minutes of the supposed historical meeting. The President to be has a sparkling look in his eyes that already tells a thing about the victory he was feeling close.
At the end of his mandate, I see him again aboard the presidential plane. He had already announced his "exit" from the political stage. In a small group, he tells the story of his trip together with Corneliu Coposu in Barcelona in the summer of 1996. The two "economy" passengers of the TAROM flight are being invited by the pilots in the cockpit. More than that, the commander proposes Mr. Coposu to make one more tour above Barcelonaâs golf, before landing. Mr. Constantinescu emotionally remembers the presidential exception he was offered once, when he was still a candidate and, especially, Corneliu Coposuâs attendant. Before being President this man felt more like a President than the times in which he was one.
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Translation : SORIN BALAN