In his upcoming book, based on interviews led by Claudia Nedelcu Duca, Andrei Ujică remarks at one point that “the colour palette of the Ceaușescu era was a gradient from ‘Săpânța blue’ to ‘Ceaușescu’s livid grey’.” That shade of “Ceaușescu’s livid grey,” Ujică adds, “should be officially recorded as a colour, so it isn’t forgotten.” I haven’t forgotten it. Having recently written a memoir, I spent much time digging through my memories of the 1980s (I was 11 when the Revolution happened), and in many of those memories from the decade’s dying end, the light takes on a terminal, sickly quality – like a thin layer of spectral film. My world then, in the spring or autumn of 1989, as much of it as I can still reassemble, is a haunted one. And because the Revolution suddenly descends upon it, seemingly to bury it, to sink it like Atlantis or the Titanic, my post-’89 world remains haunted too – by what was buried or sunk back then.

Andrei Gorzo

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Critic de film (n. 1978). Publică din 1996. Este conferențiar universitar la UNATC, unde predă din 2004. Filmul lui preferat este Al treilea om/ The Third Man(1949). Scrie pe andreigorzoblog.wordpress.com.

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