Chapter 1 In which Mrs Milica gains ingress to the Colonel's house ...
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telling <strong>the</strong> s<strong>to</strong>ries of films at five o’clock in <strong>the</strong> morning and passing <strong>the</strong> penicillin<br />
around, especially when it was so cold that <strong>the</strong>re used <strong>to</strong> be a hoarfrost inside <strong>the</strong> tram.<br />
We’d draw wallpaper on <strong>the</strong> windows and have a lark, because we were always up for<br />
something. It’s a well-known fact: whoever sparred with me would end up trumped. If<br />
I stuck a nickname on someone, <strong>the</strong>n all his kin, as far as <strong>the</strong> seventh-removed, would<br />
carry it about like <strong>the</strong> mange. But that Litza was a good bloke… it was because of him<br />
that <strong>the</strong> Dear Departed gave me <strong>the</strong> car. Well, marrer, until Litza <strong>to</strong>ok that university<br />
course, we got on like bro<strong>the</strong>rs: we drank from <strong>the</strong> same bottle, we ate from <strong>the</strong> same<br />
bait box, we frequented <strong>the</strong> same scrubbers and, more importantly, we both turned up<br />
late <strong>to</strong> work <strong>to</strong>ge<strong>the</strong>r. Normally, <strong>the</strong>y ought <strong>to</strong> have fined us, docked our wages, cut our<br />
bonuses, but as our Litza was a party member and head of <strong>the</strong> shift, I got away with it<br />
along with him. He would extricate himself by stringing <strong>the</strong>m along with trams <strong>which</strong><br />
made a mockery of <strong>the</strong> working class, <strong>which</strong> were a disgrace <strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> people, and<br />
suchlike. Just like in <strong>the</strong> Party, for Litza had <strong>the</strong> gift of <strong>the</strong> gab. If <strong>the</strong> Revolution<br />
hadn’t come, I could just see him in <strong>the</strong> Great National Assembly. He was an ambitious<br />
lad, he was, because of his fa<strong>the</strong>r, who was president of <strong>the</strong> CAP up at Hunchback<br />
Valley, up his mo<strong>the</strong>r’s arse – I can’t remember what <strong>the</strong>y called <strong>the</strong> village. His fa<strong>the</strong>r<br />
wanted him <strong>to</strong> be a mayor at least, if not an engineer, <strong>which</strong> was <strong>the</strong> fashion at <strong>the</strong> time,<br />
because nowadays engineers are reduced <strong>to</strong> selling watermelons in <strong>the</strong> market. He<br />
couldn’t bear seeing him as merely head of shift. That’s why he sent him <strong>to</strong> some kind<br />
of evening university, for sub-engineers, more a kind of vocational school. He carted so<br />
much meat, cheese and plum brandy <strong>the</strong>re <strong>to</strong> buy his exams for him that he knackered<br />
<strong>the</strong> co-operative trac<strong>to</strong>rs. And he promised him that if he behaved himself, spoke nicely<br />
<strong>to</strong> <strong>the</strong> teachers, didn’t lose his temper, didn’t swear at <strong>the</strong>m, and graduated university,<br />
<strong>the</strong>n he’d buy him a brand new car. The old pig had enough money for a helicopter, not<br />
just a Dacia, except that he wasn’t allowed <strong>to</strong> buy a helicopter in those days, because<br />
<strong>the</strong>n, you can imagine, he would have been able <strong>to</strong> follow Ceau§escu when he fled…<br />
His fa<strong>the</strong>r used <strong>to</strong> slaughter <strong>the</strong> calf or <strong>the</strong> lamb of <strong>the</strong> people whenever he felt like it,<br />
but especially when inspec<strong>to</strong>rs were sent by <strong>the</strong> Party, because <strong>the</strong>y were only human<br />
<strong>to</strong>o. They had guts that were rumbling with hunger <strong>to</strong>o; <strong>the</strong>y had children at university<br />
<strong>to</strong>o. I’m telling you marrer, <strong>the</strong>y used <strong>to</strong> thieve until <strong>the</strong>y dropped. And <strong>the</strong>re was<br />
plenty for <strong>the</strong>m <strong>to</strong> steal: didn’t <strong>the</strong> reports used <strong>to</strong> groan with such huge harvests that<br />
those in <strong>the</strong> West used <strong>to</strong> make <strong>the</strong> sign of <strong>the</strong> cross with even <strong>the</strong>ir legs, like yogis?<br />
Didn’t <strong>the</strong>re used <strong>to</strong> be corncobs as big as horse’s pricks – God forgive me – and