starviego wrote: Ask our Romanian poster what the 'Securitat' was all about. He will explain it to you.
I'm a chick, not a dude. Not that I mind being called a "he", I do it, too. Just that political correctness can make my long sentences even longer.
I'll think about that question, although I may be too young and surely not competent enough to answer that. Many Romanians are steered to foreign, accredited sources to find out what happened to us (and what is happening to us).
Brainstorming for now: "Securitatea copilariei mele" (the security of my childhood) control and panic. lack of information. steered interpretations.
My own experience was that my parents, for reasons I can't understand, thought they should trust their kids and talked to us virtually anything there was to talk about. And I can't even remember being told to shut up in front of other kids or, worse, with strangers. I knew that. And I was a cheerful Romanian child. Now I'm a bitter grown-up. Romanian, if you wish. But I'm happy to work with children, I'm happy to be able to trust people. I can be happy, too. And I think I am safe in Finland, as much as I can be. The whole world is faced with a new kind of madness (this is the bitter "me" talking), but all I can do is focus on what *I* can do. What I *can* do. And that is enough to keep me busy, I don't have that much time...
Ignorance is a bliss - until it kills you. That may well be. But also information - too much information, as in hardly relevant for what I really have to do, which takes too much of my time and my energy, which turns me into a person I don't want to be - can be bad, too.
I'm writing after a sleepless night. But I'm like 5 minutes away from watching Madagascar and being again the child that I can still be (told you I'm a chick). Parents can make a difference.