Critic for one day
Like a joke I would say … “than to go into the refrigerator and think cold, better go outside, frost a little, but I can think cold.” I said, I went a little outside to walk though it was cold and ugly but I blew my brain a little.
Does it matter if I’m ready to write again? Why not because I’m tired of the Internet and Google, then the answer would be … Why not? Uffff, I was frozen so I’ll go home to write again.
Before starting and inserting some of the ideas into a little story, I pray that made me happy or unhappy in a certain part of my life, I will give you two quotes from the famous Oscar Wilde (whom I adore him), which are very close to my little history, namely:
“Life is the best theater, but, sorry, the repertoire is a little stupid.”
“Being natural is a very difficult position – you will not resist.”
Is that so? Let’s see…
Still, I try to be as natural and original as possible, but I do not impose it, but on the contrary, it is my nature, but as long as I can withstand, that will decide the time. I’m not a modern Nostradamus to anticipate the future even if I want to know and avoid the traps of life, but I always rely on intuition, having a life concept in my head “I will never give up and I will go forward , no matter what happens, “as if nothing happened.
I do not know honestly whether it is good or bad, but it went well in any situation and I did great.
It was in the grace year of 1983, when I graduated from the faculty of construction, finally having the satisfaction that I was the 5th in the country, from 3 university centers, Bucharest, Iasi and Timisoara (and I do not joke in any form) because two colleagues in front of me were married and took their wives with them. This position has given me the advantage of choosing and sharing where I have always dreamed in Sibiu, even though I have had many contradictory discussions with other colleagues from other university centers.
I did not learn for 5 years at college to do what others want with my “life”. According to the laws in force at that time, I had a period of internship at the place where I chose the assignment.
We went to Sibiu by train because we did not have a car and after about 6 hours we arrived. And now I feel the smell of the gangs, which for me was wonderful, because it was the first time I started on the unpaved road of life, not knowing what might follow.
I say that everything that I am telling you is a real thing I have experienced in a period that I will qualify “black” for the country I was living in, not knowing what to follow over 6 years, openness to the world, freedom, democracy.
I presented myself at work as it should be, and I will have an interview with the director of the company to which I was assigned to the government. But the interview was not very pleasant to me because I was treated with great superiority as if I were coming from another part of the world, which made me terribly annoyed, but because of my intuition and good sense I abstained, first proof of tact and diplomacy. But it is very true that we came from beyond the Carpathians. Anyway, I had in my pocket the government distribution that gave me the right to fill the job.
I would not want to say what’s going on in my soul, but that was and was supposed to fit into the new rules of society. Very hard as it is well known that I am a non-conformist, explosive type often and maybe too natural in expression, in other words, they are not “yes man” as everyone would have liked. But they would not know, neither my qualities nor my defects … a gaining point.
In the first instance I was assigned to about 32 km from Sibiu in Nocrich, inhabited at that time by 90% of German Saxons, a settlement located halfway between Sibiu and Agnita, and located on the beautiful valley of Hartibaci.
The summer could be reached either by car or by bus, but in winter it was a nightmare but a pleasant nightmare. Big God at temperatures of -16-18 degrees Celsius could not travel very well on the road so we took the train from Sibiu railway station, a train like for children (the mocanita was called it), which circulates narrowly like the trains in me , but very nice because it had a miniature steam locomotive and small wagons, and the area through which it passed was of extraordinary beauty, that is, the valley of Hartibaci, having to the left the submontane area and to the right plain surrounded by hills.
In the winter, though, if there was little heat in the train, the scenery was amazing as it circled with it through the magical story tabs of an unreal world, the steam from the locomotive created some dreams of dreams.
In the first few months I did my job and I learned a lot about hydro-technical constructions things that I can only know from practice.
The people we were subordinate to were of several nationalities, Hungarian, German and Romanian. Their team boss was a German sax named Hans, a mountain of man, chiseled like a stone of impressive height, he could even lift a train bog in his arms like a real weight-lifter, but with a very good soul. Simple man without much training, but an extraordinary craft from which I learned a lot. By tact and special diplomacy I always show how I have to do, how to have a civilized behavior towards people and how it should be a real boss. I honestly did not know how to know them, but he also taught me how to be a team (like D’Artagnan’s famous expression of the three Musketeers “all for one and one for all” knew what Dumas knew), and leadership, which I honestly have always used, even now why I thank them from my heart. Well, how much does work with man!!!!
Finally I was changed to another work after I finished there, this being a more pretentious work, on the Mag river, about 20 km from Sibiu, on the road leading to Timisoara, a road that I did not I know many times, a very nice road. I mean, I was close to Sibiel.
In the first instance, I was asked to make a more extensive report about a land area and a swamp beyond the main bridge, the area to be set up. After serious documentation in the area and after a thorough analysis of some documents and books from the library, I presented to the director in an open session the factual situation while pointing out that it is not worth doing hydro-technical constructions in that area, first of all as risk destroying the surrounding nature of exceptional beauty, unbalance the ecosystem concerned, populated by poultry and other animals, and secondly the cost of those buildings would have been very high.
Even today I did not understand what my report was used for they were in the project to carry out hydro-technical works in the area, which I personally disagreed with. But what do you think? Was someone listening to me, a trainee engineer without any decision-making power? Anyway later in the years and years I happened to find out on the internet that somebody who is a newcomer to Biodiversity used that report successfully for the protection of the area, which is why the area in question remained the virgin as I first saw.
So a battle won by me years and years. Obviously it had been a trick for somebody, perhaps for declassification, maybe for other reasons I did not know, but he did not have the success he was betting, just as I said I was not “yes man”.
Beautiful lady was the time I spent in Sibiu a medieval city that when you watched it from the clock tower, create a special state, nostalgia as if you saw the medieval knights at a tournament, with beautiful domes, special carnivals, old houses ancient times that enriched all of its color into a wonderful spectral fan. Well and not only beautiful because of the work I did daily but also on the sentimental background, what God was young but I do not want to talk about it now, maybe in another story.
After the unsuccessful challenge I have been subjected to, I have proposed to be a little more careful about how I will continue not to fall into their traps.
I was telling you about the Mag river, located at the right of the bridge at 10 km from the exit from Sibiu; in fact, there was a stream of water flowing into a huge bed in the area to build dams and earthworks to create the fishery. Please, that’s what I knew about the project, since I had not received any documentation, but just a trivial plan to locate them.
We did not have a project, not geotechnical studies, not hydrological studies, anything but that plan that I told you, and some dangerous stories of fellow engineers. Gambling, is not it?
But I did not have what I was supposed to do, the project and that’s what I did. Any other constructor engineer would not have gotten that kind of thing without a pre-written documentation, either written or not, because I did not even talk about it because I did not have it at the time. I had to keep my back and the little money I was getting at that time. But I did not know what to follow.
I learned from the locals that the Mag Magic became a real evil after the spring rains. I went with my plan to check the area and get an idea of how much a plan of beating and starting work. They did not expect anything like this, as among others I was unpredictable, let’s say another quality that saved me from extreme situations.
When I got there, I was stunned by what I saw, there were some tall and tall old earth holes like the Egyptian pyramids of Gizeh, made without any noise, saying to myself … “What have I sinned on this world, Lord, let me go into hell without being stopped by anyone? “
Please, is this my destiny? , thinking about the Oscar Wilde quotes …
But being young, full of enthusiasm, optimistic, natural and relaxed (in behavior), I said … let me handle it in one way or another. I did not have anyone to consult with, because I did not trust anyone, although there was a boss who “kept” that work, but who, in my humble opinion, “had glasses of horse,” and in my head I do not know what he had nothing else but the brain), the typical “yes man” individual who made totally atypical decisions and who would have liked all the academics in this world.
I went home and that night I was a very good advisor to the decisions I would take in the coming days, what I had to do and what I had to start with some “bomb” solutions to which he would have said. “WOW, that’s not all over or you’ve seen too many Science Fiction movies.”
This time I wrote what I needed, people, equipment, machines to solve the problem and start or better say to rebuild what others have done before me. The director of the company was amazed at what I explained to him that I was going to do, and how I see how to solve the problem, replicating my joy more seriously “Sir, I’m going to your hand, I hope it’s not the dead hand – the expression of the game to poker “. I also said that it could come in a month after I got to work, together with the designers to see what I did, provided the weather also helped me, that is, not to rain. He said okay, and absolutely everything that I had asked for.
I’ve taken courage like never before, I’ve analyzed the technical solution I’ve been thinking about and started working. Piscicultural arrangements were to be 100% water covered an area of approximately 28 ha. I will not go into too many technical details, but the solution is ingenious, and easy to understand will reveal to you a few.
What have I done? we moved the longitudinal axis of the dam from the initial position slightly downstream, with approx. 0.5-1.0 m, we tilted the upstream perennial area, and we moved the land and local dredges downstream, tilting the angle a little more aggressive for stability, also considering the inner clay bulb to reach the tastiest area. We have raised its crown for traffic, considering also the hydro-technical constructions, even if it exceeded its axis, the connection between them (monk-dam) being extended with an access bridge, especially for subsequent unclogging. I have not forgotten the spillway by moving its position so that it would do its job in case the waters were very large, we put a concrete spur on the pear for the deflection of the water from the rising, and the upward pear I put with tiles from reinforced concrete in chess style, the rest of the voids being filled with cast concrete. On the transverse axis of the dam seeing its elevation by more than 1 m. Great solution, the truth as the weather kept with me in full.
I did not have a simpler solution than that, but it was a second success in my career, even though I was in my early years of internship. Dams can be seen today on the main road. That’s what I’m proud of.
About a month after the start of the works, the Company’s CEO came to see what he had done, the expression on his face letting him understand that he liked it. He came to me and said, “Young to know that I trusted you, that you will solve the problem, but I never thought you would go out that great!”
Sibiu was an episode of my life in many ways, so in other words, Oscar Wilde was right … “that life is a stage of theater” but it depends on what the play is playing, of scenography, direction and not least of the actors.
It seems like I was one of the “actors”, but this time a successful one even though my compromise was attempted during the three acts. Probably it was the destiny, it’s going to be harder to make it the winner.
Winner in the sense of learning a lot in terms of life management.
I wonder, are I right or not? What do you think?
Jan 11, 2018