Being Romanian, I took particular interest in this. Every year, the death of Romania's former dictator, Nicolae Ceaucescu's death is mourned by his former supporters. He and his wife were executed by firing squad in Christmas day 1989 following the so-called revolution.
Maybe they were blind to the perverse destruction he caused and the lives he ruined. Maybe they have no idea that some of his extended family are allegedly living in mansions in LA somewhere and large amounts are hidden away in some convenient account in Switzerland in a bank run by a rotund man with an immaculately cut suit and a glint in his eye.
Maybe they did not realise the extent of corruption created during those 40 years of Communism that severly interfered with the economy and people's lives. On a daily basis, everyone from doctors to train ticket sellers had to be bribed in order to provide an adequate service.
The dwelling of a self-obsessed megalomaniac
An image of revolution
Ceausescu's Government were the people who decided what sort of equality was to go to whom. His non-sensical Stalinist ideals only applied to people he didn't know. His friends, family and party members lived in the palaces, villas, ate and drank the very Western products they prohibited for the people. It is hard for me to comprehend this mourning, when my parents lived such hard lives and fled with great difficulty with a small child and worked as soon as they arrived in the UK.
The Paris of the East and remnants
Fifteen years after his death, some people still miss the days when the state was your God, things were in place and very little had to be done. Things are slowly changing and independance is a strange concept to people who were dependant for so long. In any sort of period of change, there will always be people who wish it hadn't.
To those, may I recommend a summer holiday to Cuba or a short city break to Pyonyang?