The bottom line of this perhaps rather long narrative, is not, as I initially started out as a perhaps green, green badge cab driver, who did not move to the valley of Diesel “Ilford” with the obligatory new cab, wife, mortgage and two kids.

No one more surprised than I at the realisation of what has materialised, a first hand description humiliation and deprivation of the British working class from the 1930's.

This erosion brought about entirely by deliberate policy of successive governments.. and the ten draconian years of Tony Blair who deliberately, for whatever reason, encouraged the influx of irrepresible waves of the World's disenchanted onto these shores, by doing so, creating a powerful, intimidating, devisive weapon against the indigenous labouring masses and a hard core of … crime, poverty and unemployment… the triple iron fist of all governments,plus Enron, 9/11, Afghan conflict over oil, Kosovo all emphatically used by Blair; any outcry was by "politically incorrect racists" as Dr David Kelly was to find to the cost of his life.

The differential between rich and poor, is greater now, than during the Middle Ages.

Tuesday .October 17th. 1995. 7.a.m.

Thought I may as well adjourn the proceedings just here as my life has taken a rather abrupt, unexpected twist.

Returned from Bucharest Sunday Lunch time.. Seven hours door to door, a brilliant warm day.

Cynthia had been none committal the first few days of my stay with her. She had rung Anna.. now firmly entrenched in Poland with her family. Cyn brightly asking her to come to 'Us'. Rather taken with the idea of Anna on the Warsaw.. Bucharest Express ..so Romantic.. so Nineteen Forties.. so Metro Goldwyn Mayer. Knew she would not come, that she was afraid to venture out into the Wide World after her previous traumatic experience. Cynthia knows precisely my feelings regarding this young woman yet she went each step of the way with me.. who else?

Cynthia only slightly mentioned that it would cost $800 for the 'Medical' if I wanted to Marry her.. something wrong, on two counts.. Marriage had been on her agenda.. I had simply mulled it over.. willing to let it remain on hold.. Shades of Adelaide... then the price.. $800.. said she was not worth it, as she was second hand.. took that remark very well.. pointless going any further if she had not. Asked how much it would cost to marry a Romanian.. £1.50. conceded it rather a stitch up.. that the State was putting a high price on its Marriageable females.. to foreigners. Evidently Arabs pay up eagerly in their rush to get these buxom, well built ladies into bed. I had never been eager about anything..

Cynthia remained silent on the subject.. only.. until the next day!


Had never underestimated her, but she excelled herself, putting the bit between her teeth, tearing into 'The System'. Simply Thailand all over again, bribe your way in and out of any conceivable situation.. Romanian Officialdom wearing the same suits (not quite so smart) same shirts, collars, ties (undone).. Hardly the same fixed smile as their Far East counterpart. Romanian men, louts, to say the least. Rudeness "in built". I understand the mentality of the Serbs down the road tearing themselves to pieces.. it would take little for the Romanian male to use the machine guns rather than carry them openly about the streets. Admittedly, they have cooled it at the Airport since I have been going there. No longer marching about in uniform waiting for someone to look the wrong way.

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For the first time in my life, took the back seat while a woman did the running.. Simply followed.. signed pieces of paper silently, without comment.. while she bribed her way through the system. Dark, decaying, crowded rooms and corridors, whispered words, money surreptitiously changing hands. Obviously, had never realised her own capabilities .. the sense of achievement made her throat parched, the blood rush, exhilarated by the experience.

Cynthia managed to reduce her price from $800 to $100. Very pleased with herself but not satisfied, wanted to marry "now"...not later, not some other trip.

Only having two more days left on my ticket, assumed myself to be quite safe for the time being, even smiled to myself.. that this new Cynthia could not pull it off ..the requirement being a minimum ten day stay.. after the papers were signed. "Get out of that!" I thought.
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