My unforgettable memories

  Every time when the month of december comes,i cannot forget about the communism period from my country and the bloody revolution for freedom.

Here is the little me ,scared,shy,trying to survive in a crazy world,always trambled under foot in the
crowded buses...that teddy bear was sent from Italy(risky expedition),you couldn't find something like that in my country in those times.

 For me communism has a colour,a smell and a feeling...

 The colour is grey because all the buildings had and still have this depressing colour .In our lifes were missing the colours,our clothes were dark,simple and boring,the products-all so simple designed..Everything for me was grey and boring,imagine for a Barbie girl is hard to live in a grey world :D ,we feel comfortable when we are surrounded by pink-that's our favorable medium :))

 All i remember about the smell of communism is the aroma of  bananas because it was a real joy to have something so "rare".We bought them green(not even mature)  and put them on the larder until they got yellow....but because i was so greedy,i ate them unripe wooow unripe bananans give you such a strange sensation in your mouth  :(( So many people remember about these bananas,it sounds strange but our food was limited at bread,eggs,chicken(in good days).
 Our shops were all empty,when they brought eggs or chicken people were fighting for them ,there were kilometer queues and so desperete people.The queue for food was the chat room for the people of those times,so many friendships had started there because practically you were spending 24 hours with the same persons......24 hours to procure your food mmmmmm...  this is the communism
 Our lifes were controlled by 2 tyrants,we were starving while they were playing with food.The sound of communism is the silent,people couldn't express themselves,they had to bend,they couldn't go to church or to have relations with people from outside.They brainwashed us and they tried to hide the good way of life of people from foreign countries.We couldn't have contact with them,if you had any relations with foreigners,you were taken by the police,they also took my mum to the mayor because she was corresponding with a foreign guy.

 My feeling for that period-even though i was very little i remember everything-was a feeling of unity,people were gathering together and help each other,kids were all playing outside..we had 1 or 2 TV channels and when there were cartoons everybody was in the house happy for that little time dedicated to children.
  I know from my parents that was a fear to speak  about your wealth or against the system with people you don't know well.There were so many spies working for the government who could play false.

 Santa Claus was also forbidden  because he reminded  of the birth of Jesus Christ which was forbidden along with the religion.So we celebrated another Santa on 31 december.So many churches had been destroyed by this enslaver....
 They taught people not to believe in God and stop going to church.

 I will never forget these memories,all the people who lived in that period has the same memories and we are united by this experience,the tiranic communism cannot be removed from our heads,has left us a plague that cannot be healed.

 Here is the bloody end of the tirany.The 2 tyrants were sentenced to death on the Christmas day- i still cannot accept this.