Erica Isaac’s Macarena, the work that is being discussed on social media today, has awakened memories in many women, now mothers, that they thought were locked in a drawer with a forgotten code. Mirel is not only in Turnu Măgurele. Mirel is everywhere.

It was also 30 years ago in Bucharest and throughout the country. He is probably 50 even now, but society considered it normal. That is why today, when violence against women is spoken of as a cry for help, some people have a naive question: “What happened to them?”. And since this time the message is dressed in colorful vocabulary and harsh words, the indignation is even greater. But it’s like when you endure, endure, endure, and at some point, in a moment of courage, you can’t take it anymore. And howl. And when you shout, you don’t choose the most delicate words and you don’t hide behind puddy bonders.

It doesn’t matter how you say it, the main thing is to do it! Erica Isaac’s Macarena, the work that is being discussed on social media today, awakened memories in me that I thought were locked away in a drawer with a forgotten code. First I remembered the events of my teenage years, then flashbacks of recent events. Because men like Mirel are always ready to demonstrate their potential without hindrance.

Mirel goes by bus

I was 16 or 17 years old, I don’t remember exactly. What I remember clearly is that I was just getting off the bus at Piața Rosetti station at 7.20 in the morning to go to high school. Although about 25 years have passed since then, I can still make a portrait of his robot. This Mirel was between two ages.

Small in stature, with some weight problems, wearing a checkered shirt and cloth pants, belted with a belt over which his belly protruded. He started walking past me and asking if I knew of a public toilet in the area. He sounded like someone who needed help, so I told him to go to the university down the hall.

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