Of course, you don’t have to. Nothing is “necessary”. Yes, it is customary, when you go to the doctor, and he takes your temperature, pulse, volume, respiration and pulmonary fibrillation (asthmatic, tuberculotic?), to ask you to cough or say 33. You please him by hearing or only pretending to hear a kinesthetic screeching/whistling/wheezing in the stethoscope, during the reverberation or perhaps in its absence, suspecting weakness or more or less serious diseases, decisive or simply worth more analysis with aplomb and care . So let’s say that the mentioned “33” is not a joke, designed to relax the patient, full of fears and modesty of the obscenity of his naked and flabby bust; so let’s continue to believe that the infantile gesture does make sense. That is why, if we were to live through this long and continuous spectacle of the rise and fall of Chowism, and the general integration into crypto-communism of modern kleptocratic democracy, what would we be looking for?…

Three-three.. Three-three… Thirty-three…

In principle and in the end, it would be fair, I even suggest to all of us who still have something to share (of course, a partnership, a shadow on the brain, a stain on the heart) if we talk about history The December Revolution ‘89, let’s have a good (sorry for the repetition) look for each other. It’s for respect historical truth, which consists precisely in the fact that – no more and no less, as I see you and as you see me – I have aged. Even if these of us, many of those who can be called brothers of the moment and an entire era, really had to ask something from the state, ask for it during December, January, February, March, May and especially June, to provide us with a mobile mini-ambulatory. Free. Located somewhere in a field planted with mine flowers, in front of the National/Intertheatre. Or if the Paiațe of the Caragiale cone is wrinkled, opposite, near the university/architecture fountain. Simple and basic procedures such as blood pressure, palpation of lymph nodes, substernal and intercostal-dorsal auscultation, fundus, bubble, written recommendation to walk quickly to the pneumo-, cardio-, uro-, derm hospital.

Three-three.. Three-three… Thirty-three…

We inhale deeply. We keep Exhale noisily.

Go head to toe with ReMeNeal’s somewhat forbidden tactics (with launch and planning, waiting and pricing)… we can’t afford that. The state of the prostate… in a socio-political context: no, we don’t care anymore. And the head (I repeat, v it meaning and context) is the last thing that matters. As much as he is preoccupied with nonsense and trifles, he is so light and empty from unemployment. So where we must control ourselves is the hertz, the heart (but not as the seat of the soul, love and wisdom); and at the same time to the lungs, to the breath, to the vital breath. Because it is here, in the chest and less in the liver of myopic wills, here we can see our true strength or softening, the state where we have gone through everything with or without large sclerosis, necrosis, emphysema, apnea, oxidation, anxiety. Finally, the idea or purpose of serious control deserves something that a humanist physician can hear, intuit, suspect, or perceive, and then move on to advanced tests and diagnostics right now, 33 years after our famous, grand, ever-exciting revolution.

Three-three.. three-three… thirty-three… Inhale… Hold… Exhale… And repeat the figure as often as possible, for as many minutes as possible, so that we relax.

In fact, according to universal wisdom, the statement of the problem is more important than the answer or the attempt to solve it, so I’d rather disappoint the addicted avid reader by ceasing any polylogy by refraining. I, too, will venture to say what many others would say (although it would be for their own satisfaction, for there is no greater vain satisfaction than to hear one’s own opinions formulated and supported by others). Or if I say different things, maybe too different, I cause a scandal among those who would never understand what I would say (something that does not stimulate anyone to be more tolerant or even receptive, to analyze, change or enrich their own thinking, rather, it is accompanied by the aggression of distracting jamming or a deviant phrase, harțag). So I don’t give my opinions, my memories, or my confessions (no matter how honorable they may be, but not to inspire anyone to be a little braver or bolder than I am).

What I feel or feel, what I think and what I don’t… doesn’t matter. I’d rather make room for a painting. Actually two. Documentation. I took the first one a long time ago, or rather, somewhere in 2015. The poster image stood for quite a long time. Then it disappeared. Was it when the expensive infamous building at the front became the headquarters of the Departments of Labor (far left), Health (far right) and Home Affairs (centre-centre)? It is pre-watered. Anyway, I liked him at the time, thinking he deserved more exposure. Read more at Contributors.ro