"PDL, USL - same garbage!"

Riding the statues of Miţa, Zoe and Didina, lying in front of the National Theater, a football fan was waving the flag of the revolution, so the bunch of TV reporters would notice him and put him on TV, even though there were about 80% less reporters present, compared to how many had been present two days ago, at the protests of the University Square.

Last year, upon seeing the group of statues representing seventeen characters from the works of Romanian playwright Ion Luca Caragiale, I thought it was the creation of the students of some craft school (which would have excused the clumsiness of the drawing, the lack of spatial design and the lack of any spiritual pretensions), but I later found out that the metal blob in question had actually been declared a "monument" and was created by an "established" sculptor - Ioan Bolborea of Braşov.

People who can't draw shouldn't be trying to make caricatures, just as barely literate journalists can't write satire.

The sculptor in question doesn't seem to be that good with anatomy, he seems to be more inclined towards geometry, where people are mere lines.

The so-called "monument" which was plunked down in front of the National Theater is a mess, somewhere between caricature and a bad drawing, but the protests in the University Square somehow validate it. It's like those seventeen statues made by Bolborea descended from the cart, multiplied and gathered on the stairs descending from the grassy area in front of the National Theater, to shout: "Down with Băsescu!".

Fine with me.

OK, down with Băsescu.

It's just that I hate bad drawings and lack of concept.

Three girls were meekly yelling "No violence!", about as successfully as Shy Ronnie, in the Rihanna video (see "Ronnie and Clyde" on You Tube).

Across the street, near the fountain located in front of the college of Architecture, a big banner said: "Halt the Roşia Montană project!"

Someone had attempted to draw a portrait of Băsescu on cardboard with the following text below it: "Feed him cyanide!"

Another drawing featured a question: "Are you living well?" (a play on the motto used by Traian Băsescu during his electoral campaign).

As she was leaving the area, a chubby woman who was wearing a Romanian flag on her shoulders, met a guy, who was bringing in a large cardboard panel and asked him: "Hey, is Mihaela at the headquarters?"

The masked gendarmes accounted for about another fifth of people in the square.

They didn't ask me for ID, but they did others, those who looked like football fans - because you can easily tell them apart, they tie their scarves and they talk in a specific manner, or they wear hooded anoraks.

I don't watch football, in fact I don't watch TV anymore.

The gendarmes can probably tell.

I like K1 fights.

I think that about 35% of protesters were football supporters.

Other than that, you could see a few gypsies, dance club type youths and, far less frequently, older people, who for the most part were just passers by.

I haven't understood the goal of the protests.

An old friend, whom I met there and was filming the protests, told me that the message of the protesters hasn't crystallized, that they had no clue about Arafat or the law on healthcare, that the protesters were just shouting out their grievances which ranged from the car pollution tax to the wage cuts, with a real undercurrent of discontent, and that in the following days, a faction like the USL could hijack the protests.

As if to give him an answer, the crowd began to chant: "PDL, USL - same garbage!"

I left a bit confused, and as I was passing by the storefronts near the University of the Architecture, a file of about ten gypsies was coming from the other direction, together with a stumpy gipsy lady, laughing and talking. The gipsy woman started yelling: "Down with Băsescu, down with Băsescu" and one of the gipsy men said "Shut up!, I can't hear this guy talk" and the gipsy woman laughed.

Somewhere farther down the road, I got accosted by two hustlers, who were all-business and asked me if I wasn't interested in "scoring". I asked them "how much", they told me "100 Euros" and I got a bit annoyed, I mean what does she do for that kind of money, and they told me that they had a car near the church of the Arts Club, I could pick one of two blondes, but I hate chubby women, and so I went to a car near the Military Club, so I could pick a thin brunette, and on the way I told them that I wasn't in the mood, I was tired and old and I was just a journalist and I needed to write about what I saw in the University square. They said that they wanted Geoană to replace Băsescu and I asked them if they didn't feel that Geoană was not bright enough to be president. They said that yes, he may be stupid, but who else would I want to bring instead, "Patriciu?, no way, because he is one big crook; Ţiriac?, like he doesn't have any dirt on him, and in fact you've just got no one to elect as president". The girl from the Military Club was a pretty brunette, but I really didn't feel like it, and I had to work, so the boys said "so what?", "we'll give you 50% off if you book her for two hours" and I'd get to have fun, because it was obvious I would need more than one hour. I told them to leave it for some other time, and asked them if they had a business card. So they gave me one and asked me to give them some money to buy some wine. One of them asked for 7 lei, and the other one asked for 30 lei. I gave them 30 lei, went home, wrote nothing and just went to bed.

Alone.

I only wrote this yesterday.