The dilemma of our time... why would someone be proud of a dark past?
This is a picture I captured these days, on my street. The car is an old Dacia 1300, a shitty car, built in the early 1970s in the Communist Romania. In fact, nothing more but a poorly built clone of a Renault 12 (the car was built in Pitesti, under a license from the french company). I remember the car from my childhood, as my parents bought a new one in 1986, after staying 4 years on a waiting list. It was the only car that you could buy in the Communist Romania (except for the very few privileged ones that could buy cars imported from other communist countries - Trabant, Lada, Moskvich, and some times even a Skoda).
The quality was that bad, that my father filled the trunk with spare parts... The longest trip we could have, was the yearly vacation on the sea side; a long 450 km trip, too long to reach the destination without any mechanical breakdown.
And this is no everything bad about my picture. The car has the markings of Militia, the communist police, infamous for their stupidity (actually they hired mainly workers without education, teaching them how to read, and used them to impose the will of the dictatorial regime).
The car should sit in a museum, to remind our young generation about the dark times of our history, and not to be shown proudly on the street. Sorry, but I find this situation offensive... It's like being proud of driving a historical car, with a big Nazi swastika on it.
