First few days in Romania. [part1]

Day 178, 15:42 • Published in Romania Romania • by Victor Thorian

It wasn't a suprise. Maybe that was the worst thing about one day waking up to learn that we were from that day forward, Romanians. We knew that their army was just outside the city, but none of us were optimistic enough to believe that the promised help of some other countries would arrive before we were overrun. Of course, the announcements and the marching sounds quickly turned our attention to more important matters than nationality. It was survival.

Looking out of the window one could see the Romanian flags that decorated everything that belonged to old government. Countless soldiers were pouring down the streets to reach the other parts of city that weren't secured by the superior Romanian economy, which was being promised to us in the announcements telling us to stay in our homes until further notice. It was, they said, for our own security. Needless to say, confined in our low quality apartments ( as there were no modern buildings for housing in Ukraine ) were anxiously waiting for Romanian officials to arrive and register us as their own citizens. That was another part of the ongoing propaganda we were subjected to, and without any sort of communication possible with outside the door, only thing we could do was to listen to it for hours.

It was the second day of occupation when the phone lines were restored and we had given access to Romanian media. After learning that all our relatives and loved ones were still alive, we switched on the TV to find out what it was like to live as Romanians.

End of Part 1.