I became aware of my hatred for the system before 1985. But I still had a lot of problems with myself as an individual. I felt torn, I didn‘t believe in anything or anyone anymore.I was incapable of love, I did not feel connected to anyone and did not have any friends. At the time of Perestroika, I was overrun with knowledge of the great truths about Stalinism and our history. I was so happy during those years: Until then, I had never known that life could be so intense.Everything was changing. We could read Berdiaev, Nietzsche and Kierkegaard. We were even able to read Schopenhauer completely– until Perestroika,we only knew that “Schopenhauer destroyed Eminescu.” Perestroika shaped me.
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