Missing historical memory, lives told by parents and grandparents as oral and seemingly distant, very distant, when in fact they are there. On the doorstep, in the chair of the former speaker of the parliament, in the current governors and in the miserable dreams of those who want a return. Back to where?! In poverty and terror, a return to the past of those whose bones are not buried anywhere, to the past of intellectuals who were sent to prisons and cruelly tortured with medieval techniques?
The young people who visited the “House of Leaves” belong to the age of technology, smartphones and photoshop, but they find it impossible to return to the collective memory of the people they talked to and did not find the facts they saw in the museum.
Cameras installed in clothing, bugs installable in all objects of daily life. It’s not for nothing that they resembled films whose directors are considered fertile minds with unbridled imagination, but never be so close to us. It was shocking for them to see up close the premises that belonged to the communist dictatorship, an experience as beautiful as it was shocking.
Not even in the wildest human imagination in a sane mind is it justifiable to put a wild cat in a woman’s clothes, deny her treatment because she is a political opponent who knows how to raise her voice best when injustices arise . Lives dragged into endurance, that deserve to be talked about, if not recognized so that they are not forgotten, recognized that they are a source of inspiration!
