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From the Romanian Gulag to Old and New Cultures - Memoirs

By Dr Olga M. Lazin

How the University Really Worked in Romania

In 1963 when I was
born in Transylvania, the “golden age” of socialism was in full “progress”.

A mythical space, Transylvania is the place that gave me my roots and
brains. In 1963, the Northern part of Romania.       Magdalena has given birth to me in one of the
most pristine, oxygenated part of town, the beautiful Satu-Mare. The city of
Satu Mare was undergoing catastrophic transformations, as it was forcefully
modernized, and people from the villages were forced to work in huge,
socialistic factories. Along the Somes river, the tiny village of Vetis, where
my ancestors on my father’s side were born, is now a heavily populated colorful
and diverse grew into a lovely place. On my mother’s side, Bixad, in the Oas
region of Romania is still a beautiful traditional village, with houses spread
far apart, not all jammed together. My mother was “osanca”, as they would ethnically
distinguish her  in the old days.

I was born to a family of
middle-class folks Eugene and Magdalena. I was the first child,
and right after me came my
brother, Alexandru in 1965. I remember being happy having
a brother. At age three, my
mother Magdalena was transferred by her employer
(The Logging Company in
Viseul de Sus, Maramures County) to Sighet, in Maramures
County. Thus, my parents and
I moved to the Transylvanian town of Sighet, where I grew
up like Alice in Wooden
land, in a pristine region behind the mountain of Gutinul.
Transylvania was an ancient
forest, where vampires and wolverines were lurking at the
cover of the dark and cold winter
nights.
I never feared the unknown,
as I was already accustomed to “strigoi,” and
vampire stories ever since I
was a baby! All these weird mythological animals were part of
 my ecosystem, so to say. I grew up fearless
with my brother, Alex, whom

I felt I had to constantly
protect from other belligerent boys in the neighborhood of Zahana,
as it was called the cluster
of houses built by in the sixties and seventies, in Hungarian style.
 Sighet was surrounded by beautiful green
mountains, and three rivers: Mara, Tisa and Iza.
    On the one hand, I was friends with the
children of intellectuals, as well as also lovely Romanian, Hungarian, and
Gipsy children to whom I taught the Romanian language as early
We were Ruthenians; that is
a strong gene pool made up of Ukrainian, Romanian and Hungarian
Genes.
On the other hand, my family
had a difficult life because my parents were always working until
late hours at night. My
younger brother Alex and I read while waiting for mother, Magdalena,
to turn off our lights even
as she continued into the wee hours her accounting work
at home. She was compounding
the lengths and width of the wooden logs that were being
exported to Russia year by
year.
     During the day, Magdalena let us play all
day long to our heart’s content. So unique,
and we felt so free
exploring nature in Sighet. When I entered primary school, I learned
that Sighet was officially named Sighetu Marmației (on
Romania’s northwest border facing
 Ukraine’s southwestern border with Romania and
Hungary).

Transylvania belonged
to the Kingdom
of Hungary
 (Transylvania) as
part of the 
Austrian-Hungarian
Empire
[.After World War I, in 1918
Transylvania became part of
Romania again. In 1940 Northern
Transylvania
 reverted to Hungary as
a result of the 
Second
Vienna Award
, but Romanian queen Maria reclaimed it after the
end of World War II.[i]

All of Romania was
seized for its oil by Nazi Germany (1940-1944), “liberated” by the “Soviet
Union” (1944-1947), and “re-liberated” to become the Popular republic of
Romania (under USSR remote control) as the Cold War was beginning to freeze the
Iron Curtain into to place.

The first “president,”
Gheorghiu-Dej (1965) ruled as puppet of Moscow, but when he died, his Sec Gen
of the Communist Party of Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu, was elected as the second
“president” (1965-1989), shifting his savage dictatorship into a harsher
“nationalistic Gulag” than known in the USSR. 
At the end of 1994 the Russian military organized “presidential”
elections of “people’s committees” in the region.[ii] The end of the war occupied some formerly
Romanian northeastern territories occupied by the 
Soviet Union,
with 
Red Army units
stationed on Romanian soil. In 1947 Romania forcibly became a 
People's
Republic
 (1947–1965).




My parents in 1963:
Eugen & Magda: she was pregnant with me here.

For two decades I
neither understood the dimensions of tragic situation of Transylvania (located
in northeast Romania on the Ukrainian border), nor did I understand that I
would have to escape the Gulag of Romania by the skin of my teeth.



I had to risk my life
to leave my country. Generals and sports Olympians were defecting.
Nadia Comaneci has
left in 1988, one year before Ceausescu was toppled.
Opposition to the
regime was building up painstakingly slow, and communist idiots
wanted Ceausescu
replaced. The Russian KGB school at work, soviet agents like Iliescu
were ready to take his
place. Now these were the vampires coming out like vermins to
manipulate the
population into believing they were “change”.
The Front of national
salvation was building up to substitute the dictator’s fascist clique.

For peoples of the
world Transylvania seems to be a far-away place, where most people know the
werewolves and vampires have been rumored to roam & lurk in nature. In the
imagination of people everywhere, whose beliefs are soaked in mystical
folklore, even today it is hardly possible to have a rational conversation on
any subject matter. Most occupying forces never understood either the
culture of the Romanian people or the distinct culture of Transylvania. The immense
diversity of the ethnicities and cultures.
Naturally I am a bi-national
citizen, but without belonging to any of the two countries. My Ruthenian roots
are strong, and I rejoice every time I am remembering the pretty pristine
landscapes of Sighet and Satu Mare where I was born.
Summoning my
unconsciousness to write this autobiographical piece, I need to re-accustom
myself to thinking of the distinct cultures of the region.
Once in general school
I excelled in Romanian and American Languages.
I had to choose
between English and Russian, and I opted for English in the 5th
grade.
The population consisted of Romanians, Hungarians (particularly Székelys), Ukrainians,
and
Germans.
Even the Securitate, the eminence grey of Transylvania, had to learn several
languages in order to surveil people on the phones, etc. These people were
educated by the Soviets in Russian surveillance techniques and bloody
procedures.
All these languages are still being spoken on the Territory of Maramures
County, including Rroma, or the Gypsy language, Hungarian, Ukrainian, and
Ruthenian.
 I always liked and loved the
Romanian language, so I decided to become a Professor of Romanian Language and
Literature.
As
I have previously mentioned, n 1973, at age 10 as a fifth grader, I had to make
a fateful decision about my choice of foreign-language study: Russian or
English. The pressure was on
us
to take up Russian, this proving that we were all students loyal to the
Dictator Nicole Ceausescu’s “Socialist” Government (read Romanian Communist
Government allied with Moscow), but consciously I detested the whole Romanian system
and its alliance with the Russians.
I
never liked the Russian language; even today it rings hollow to me, reminds me
of the
barking
of a toothless dog.
Although
I wanted to learn English in my early years, I did not then know how fateful
that
choice
would be until 1991, when at almost 27 years of age, I met Jim Wilkie who had
been advised by his brother Richard to include my town of Sighet in his journey
to assess the how Eastern Europe was faring after the fall of the “Berlin
Wall,” short for the long wall that kept
the
people of Communist countries locked and unable to escape.
In the
meantime, growing up in Sighet with a population of only 30,000 people, we were
proud to recognize Ely Wiesel
(born 1928) as our most prominent citizen long before he won the 1986 Nobel
Peace Prize. He helped us get past the terrible history of Sighet Communist
Prison where “enemies of the state” were confined until “death due to natural
cause.” The Jewish population has been decimated in Sighet in the fifties.
In my early
years I had a hard time understanding how the green and flowered valley of Sighet
(elevation 1,000 feet, on the Tisa River at the foot of our forested Carpathian
Mountains) could be so beautiful, yet we lived under the terribly cruel eye of
the Securitate to protect  the wretched
Dictator Nicolae “Ceausescu,”[iii] is
the modern spelling of the Dictator’s name; and he ruled from 1965 to his
execution in 1989 as the harshest leader of all the countries behind Russia’s
Wall against Western Europe.
     
Oddly enough,
in the Transylvania of the late
1960s, 1970s, and 1980s, supposedly I was
living the “Golden Age of Romanian Socialism,” but even to myself as a young
student; I could see that the promised “full progress” was clearly a
lie. Most adults agreed but feared to speak so bluntly. Repetitive folk songs
were praising the father and the mother of the nation, and on TV, we could only
watch the first couple running around in China, Russia, and other socialist
countries to make alliances, and keep up appearances for 40 years! In Northern
Transylvania we had only one TV Channel, and that was the norm. The Hungarian
channel was completely blocked out by the government, so that no real news
reaches our ears.

In the meantime, without
rarely granted permission, we were forbidden to meet and visit with foreigners,
especially those who spoke English and who wanted to hear from us about Sighet
and its nearby wooden
hamlets of the
Maramures
Province, where I have my first memories.
The region is ethnically
diverse, with a stimulating climate ranging from very hot summers and very cold
winters. Geographically, we lived in the valleys and Mountains of Gutinul
through which the rivers of Iza and Tisa flow. Geographically, the beautiful
forested Tisa River is the natural border with Southern Ukraine.
As folklore has it in the West,
vampires are native to Transylvania. We had vampires, werewolves, and
wolverines, but all the mythological characters were actually members of the
Communist Party, which everyone had to join--except for me because with my knowledge,
I was considered a security risk!
Fortunately, when in 1982
I entered the University Babes Boljay,
in Cluj-Napoca, to earn my
M.A. in 1990, for my
sociology classes, I decided to conduct my field research project into the
rural life of the North of Romania, recording the folklore (especially myths)
invented and
passed down by rural
folks (including small merchants, farmers, fisherman, loggers) had had
used that lore to help
them survive for centuries.
Further, much of my research conducted among the
outlying farmers, delved deeply into Transylvania Folklore, which prepared me
well to understand Communist Party Lore.
Thus, for the second time, my
fateful choice of a field research project, the Elitelore project
had further prepared me,
unknowingly, for my future with Jim Wilkie.  
We were constantly studying the
elites, and were interviewing them on everything
they were doing.
Revolutionaries, Professors, civic society leaders were the best subjects
of our research.
Once I had been admitted to the
Babes Bolyai University, which was called “the heart and brain of
Transylvania,” I also further expanded and deepened deep studies in American
language and literature. Also, I studied Romanian language and literature in
the Department of Philology. The Bolyai University Is considered the best
University in Transylvania.
Upon beginning my mentoring for
other students, I was happy to find a sense of freedom. Reading and writing
comprehension were my forté during my four years at Cluj.  I had always dreamt of being a professor and
a writer and seemed to be off to a great start.
But I soon realized that our
professors opened the day by reading the mounds of new Decrees just signed by
Ceausescu.  Thus, I began laughing, and
other students join me in mocking the wooden language of Central Planning’s
attempt to befuddle us with words from a wooden language, totally bent toward
twisting our brains into confused submission. Professors and Securitate
officers were acting as sweaty bureaucrats trying to teach us how to sharpen
our mental images. Not one professor asked us, “What do each of you really
think of all this Ceausescu propaganda of decrees harming the educational
process?”                 
Professors had their favorite
students and made sure they pointed this out in class, stifling any competition
as they show openly their favoritism or nepotism.
When I reached the age of 22
in1985, I started to be argumentative, criticizing professors, especially the
history professor who only knew only the History of the Romanian Communist
Party.
The Russians, via the KGB, had
been directing Romanian politicians since 1945, and pressured Romanian students
to dig useless trenches as well forced women-students to shot Russian weapons,
and learn to disassemble and assemble the AK47.
Meanwhile in my
University Cluj the atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Restrictions were
plentiful and absurd. Speech was not free; one couldn’t discuss issues freely
in class, or make any real analysis or debate. One had to regurgitate what the
professors were telling us. Modern economics led by and read whatever was there
in the old books stacked in the communist library. Until I escaped Romania in
1992, I learned that the so-called economics classes we took taught nothing
about money, credit, and such terms as GDP. The Marxian economics involved only
fuzzy nonsensical slogans such
as

      “We Romanians have to fight-off the
‘running dogs of capitalism,” without the word “capitalism” ever being defined
except in unrealistic theory laced with epithets.
 Even as an English major, I was not permitted
to speak with foreigners in English --answering one question was a crime,
according to the tendentious Security Decrees. Abortion was a crime punishable
for up to 20 years in prison. Doctors performing it ended up in jail, and so
did the pregnant women. Punishments were ridiculous—the Anti-Abortion Law
lasted for 40 years, until 1990.
Furthermore, if my uncle
from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire family. Even
today, in 2017 one has to report to the police to declare if any visitor of
family comes from the USA (or Canada, for some bizarre security reason). Well,
after 25 years, not much has changed in poor Romania.
  
THE INFLUENCE OF RECENT ROMANIAN HISTORY
In the meantime, the
History of Transylvania weighed heavily on population of Romania,
with constant change in
the emerging political map always have left “citizens” always lost
about who was really in
charge.
Thus, Transylvania was originally part of the Dacia Kingdom
between 82 BC until the Roman conquest in 106 AD. The capital of Dacia was
destroyed by the Romans, so that a new as
capital
would serve the Roman Province of Dacia, which lasted until 350 ADS, by which
time
the Romans
felt so hated that it behooved them withdraw back to Rome.
      During the late 9th century, western
Transylvania was conquered by the Hungarian Army to later become part of the
Kingdom of Hungary and in 1570 to devolve into the Principality of
Transylvania. During most of the 16th and 17th centuries, the Principality
became an Ottoman Empire vassal state, confusingly also governed by the
Habsburg Empire.
After 1711
Transylvania
was consolidated solely into the Hapsburg Empire and Transylvanian princes were
replaced with Habsburg imperial governors.
After 1867,
Transylvania ceased to have separate status and was incorporated into the
Kingdom of Hungary as part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.[iv]
After World War I, Transylvania
reverted in 1918 to be part of Romania. 
In 1940 Northern Transylvania again became governed by Hungary and then
Germany, but Romanian queen Maria successfully reclaimed it after the end of
World War II.
The year 1940 was
important for Romania because if was seized for its oil by Nazi Germany
(1940-1944), “liberated” by the “Soviet Union” (1944-1947), and finally
“re-liberated” to
become the Popular
republic of Romania (under USSR remote control), as the Cold War was beginning
to freeze the Iron Curtain into place.
At the end of World War
II while the USSR and its Red Army were the occupying powers in
 all Romania, in 1947 Romania forcibly and
ironically became a “People’s Republic”
(1947–1989), after the
rise of the Iron Curtain.
The first “president,”
Gheorghiu-Dej (1947) ruled as puppet of Moscow, but when he died, his Secretary
General of the Communist Party of Romania, Nicolae Ceausescu, was elected as
the second “president” (1965-1989), shifting his savage dictatorship into a harsher
Romanian
“Gulag” than known in the
USSR.   Thousands of Romanians have vanished
overnight.
For two decades, I
neither understood the dimensions of tragic history of Transylvania, nor
did I yet realize that I
would have to escape the Gulag of Romania, even if by the “skin of my teeth.”
For peoples of the world
Transylvania seems to be a faraway place, where most people know
the werewolves and
vampires have been “seen” to in the imagination of Transylvanians, whose
beliefs was soaked in
mystical folklore. Even today it is hardly possible to have a rational
conversation with most the Transylvanian folk on any subject without recourse
to try to
understand where their
distorted imagination has befuddled them.
      The population has consisted of Romanians,
Hungarians, Germans, and some Ukrainians. These languages are still being
spoken in Romania’s Maramures province, but because I always liked and loved Romanian
language, I decided to become a Professor of Romanian Language
and Literature. I also precociously
fell in love with my English Professor, Spaczai.
MY BACKDROP TO THE FALL OF CEAUSESCU
I later told Jim how I
had been admitted in 1982 to the Babes-Bolyai University, in Cluj-Napoca at the
heart of Transylvania, I focused especially on Linguistics. Unfortunately,
there I found that the professors, who were under the control of
sweaty-stinking Securitate officers, had to read dozens of new Decrees issued
every day as they sought to control every one of our daily actions—all in the
name of protecting the Ceausescu government—which was selling the country’s
food supplies to Russia in order to pay down Roman’s official debt with
exports. Those Securitate officers ate well and ominously watched us virtually
starve. They said, be calm, like your parents in the face of their
starvation.  Secu
officers were the vampires and the
wolverines that I was talking about in my first paragraph. They are
surveillance officers, and this is what they do: inform on innocent people,
place all types of microphones under people
s tables and beds, and that have fun
as perverted this may sound in almost every home in Sighet, Maramures County.
They report on you, and this earns them a living.
 Thus, I furiously called out in my classes
that our very existence was being compromised by Ceausescu's abandonment of the
population, which was ordered to, as Lenin famously said, “work, work, and
work.”
To protect myself as best
I could, I turned to humor, seeking to ridicule Ceausescu’s “national
paradise.”  But when I encouraged my
classmates to laugh at the propaganda embedded in the wooden language of the
national bureaucracy, I soon fell under the heavy scrutiny of university
authorities, who were furious that I trying to expose the fact that all classes
had been organized to befuddle the student body into confused submission.
Indeed, each professor had favorite students to help drown out legitimate
questions and stifle any competing analysis—the university lived under
nepotism, favoritism, the threat of rape (virtual and real) by the Securitate
officers, and open bribery by the professors--choose your garden variety.
               My 1986 Attempt To Flee The
Jail Named Romania
By 1986, at age 23, I had
decided to flee Romania—an illegal act because Ceausescu did not
want anyone (especially
women of child-bearing age) to escape his plan to building his “ideal socialist
industries” on farms and ranches as well as in the cities. In June, I made my
way to
the border of Yugoslavia
and paid a smuggler to evade the Romanian security forces that were preventing
the “nations workers” from escaping. The smuggler, who took me across the
border, turned out to be working for Romanian Border Police. Thus, soon after
crossing into
Yugoslavia, he turned his
wagon around and I was again in Romania again when I realized
what had happened too
late. I had been “sold” to Ceausescu’s minions for a wagonload of
salt and 20 Liters of
gasoline.
Iosif Broztito had this
type of deal with Ceausescu in the1980s.

Thousands were returned
for this kind of draconian exchange.
That failed escape from
Romania led me to a 10-month prison sentence in Timisoara Prison, wherein the
block cells were maintained so cold (supposedly to
eliminate bacteria and viruses) that it made all of us inmates sick with the
cold and the flu.
Bed blankets
in the were less warming than one Kleenex tissue. Moreover, there were no
pillows, and
the concrete slab where inmates slept was a “back-breaker.” The lights were on
24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there was constant observation. Every
hour one was a
wakened to be
counted for, and sneaking up on people, under the guise of watching out for
suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by the guards, and there was no
need to
sleep-deprive
inmates. There was also someone in the higher echelon ripping off the
food budget
to siphon money to themselves while serving inmates only baby carrots and spicy
beans.
Almost every
family in Romanian civil society had at least one member who had been
imprisoned
for trying to open the political system by denouncing the Ceausescu
dictatorship. These inmates were openly called “Political Prisoners,” and I was
one of them.
Political
Prisoners
were not
permitted to work outside the prison walls in the fields because
our crime had been the
political decision to repudiate Ceausescu’s “vampiristic system.”  
                                    

“CHANGE IN THE AIR”
Once free
in 1987, I could return to my University to finally complete my M.A. in
1990.  
 Further in 1987, at the age of 24, I met the
Family patriarch Nicolae Pipas,[v]
who directed for the Communist government the walled Regional Art Museum in a
quiet part of Sighet. When he realized that I was a Professor of the English
and Romania Languages, and one of the few university’s highly educated persons
in the region, I began to serve as interpreter/guide to visiting foreign
Ambassadors permitted to travel in Romania. They wanted to see the Museum with
its magnificent collection of paintings, sculptures, and rare historical
pottery and coins. Thus,
I soon
found myself interpreting and translating for visiting English-Speaking
Ambassadors
from many
countries who wished to know Transylvania, especially my village Sighet and its
Merry
Cemetery famous worldwide for it tombstones in the form of wood sculpture of
the
butcher, the baker, candlestick maker, and all professions.
Although my first
languages were Romanian and Hungarian, I could also translate into French
and Italian. Indeed, at
that time I was teaching Latin in the Rural School System of my Maramures
Province.
Ceausescu and his clique
has starved us to death, and all food was rationalized.
A piece of bread for each
individual, an d1 liter of oil per month, as well as salami was
 distributed to the people ligned up for days
in front of the empty-shelved stores. And the time
for distributing food was
also set arbitrarily by the communist Party.
 By 1989, Ceausescu realized that his end was
near, and he sought to gain support by pardoning his political prisoners (such
as myself) who had tried to escape the horrendous conditions in the country.
Hence, university students and some labor unions joined forces and quite
quickly after the fall of the Berlin Wall forced Ceausescu and his draconian
wife Elena to flee. They were caught and executed on Christmas Day, 1989, by the
military that at the last moment joined the Revolution.
‘As my friends and I
(along with most of the population) cheered the fall of the failed, rotten
Romanian “dictatorship of the proletariat,” my dear mother acted differently.
She was so
confused by the
propaganda of the only “leader” she knew much about that she wept for
Ceausescu, not fully realizing that he was the one who had wrongly had be
arrested and put me
in prison. 


The students started a
rebellion in Bucharest. People in Timisoara started the revolution via civil
disobedience. For a week and so there were bloody fights in Bucharest and
Timisoara, young
People trying to get rid
of Ceausescu’s regime. So finally, Iliescu another monster took over
and under the pretext of
filling the vacuum of power he self-appointed himself president.
He stole the revolution
with his acolytes, and over 1000 people were dead in the streets.
With Ceausescu gone, in
1990 I was able to secure a passport to ready myself to leave Romania by
gaining visas for Germany and France. The question remained, how to get there
by land without a visa to Austria—my region had no air connection to the
outside world.
There was only one
airport in the country, in Bucharest.
I decided toleave with
Professor jim Wilkie and Jim Platler in September 17, 1990.
Jim has filled out all
the paperwork to hire me, and I gratefully accepted to work for
PROFMEX.
Thus, we set out on that
September 18th to visit one of the most socially and economically
interesting and beautiful parts of Romania by going up thought the green
forested Carpathian Mountains via the beautiful Prislop Pass, stopping to visit
small farming families in their folkloric clothing of which they were
justifiably proud to wear on a daily basis.  Farther east in Romania, on
the scenic roads, we visited the monasteries of Moldova, the town of Cimpulung
Moldovenesc, Suceava, and then the Monasteries in Sucevita and Agapia. The
gorgeous forested mountain road eventually led to Lacul Rosu and the lake
country. Then we took the long scenic mountain road to Cluj Napoca to
visit my prestigious University.
As I briefed Jim about
Romania, he was briefing me about factors in comparing national economies. For
example, he told me about how he had reunited in Prague on September 15th
with Richard Beesen, his former
UCLA student and friend, to hear about
his role in London as Manager of Deutsche
Bank’s New Accounts in Russia and Eastern Europe. Richard had become famous for
inviting Banking Officials and national Treasury Ministries to deposit their
financial reserves on deposit in his bank in London. But because his clients
did not understand anything about “interest payments” on deposited funds, they
did not ask for nor did they gain any interest payments. Also, because most
Western Banks were not sure that these new “capitalists” could be “fully
trusted” for correct management of their deposits, his Deutsche Bank collected large fees (and paid no interest to keep
the Eastern Europe “bank reserves safe.” This was all very eye opening for me.
Jim and I had realized early on that
we had a close affinity as we analyzed the situation of Romania, and he said,
“Call me Jim.” (In contrast I called Professor James Platler “JP.”) As we
traveled to observe the situation of the people in different parts of the
country, Jim and I formed a deep bond of observing and analyzing; thus, both of
us realized this brief interlude had to continue for the long term in order to
achieve our goals.
NEXT STOPS, BUDAPEST,
SALZBURG, MUNICH,
 BORDEAUX (FOR ME), AND LOS ANGELES (FOR JIM)
      As a
Romanian, I had the right to enter Hungary, and we did so bypassing the miles
of vehicles waiting to cross the border for the long drive to Budapest. There
Prof. James Platler finally relaxed after the long drives and often poor hotels
and hotels—he said that he finally found unbroken civilization again.
   
Once we arrived in Budapest, Professor James Platler, who had told Jim
privately that from the outset of our trip that he thought that I was a “Spy”
(planted on us by the Romanian Securitate to monitor our many “foreign”
inquiries during our travel through Romania’s north country), announced that
his concern about me had vanished as we realized the extent of my knowledge and
research abilities.   In his mind, I had
to be a Spy because I had obtained access to special private dining rooms and
quarter in some fine hotels, as well as invitations for wonderful lunches at
some Monasteries, where miraculously I made immediate friends with each Mother
Superior. But by the time we reached Budapest, he realized that at my
University I had learned the Elite skills needed to survive safely and
comfortably in Eastern Europe. 
        My problem was to enter Austria, where
I had no visa. But Jim passed his
UCLA business card through to the Consul
General of Austria in Budapest, and quickly we found ourselves whisked from the
back of the long line to the front and right into a meeting with the Consul
General himself. He was pleased to hear about the research of our
UCLA Team, but said that I did have a visa. Jim then told them that I only
needed a three-day transit visa to reach Germany, the visa for which he could
see in my passport.
With entry to Austria solved, we were
on the road to the Hotel Kobentzl and Graz, which overlook Salzburg, all the
way analyzing the comparative economic and social situations of Austria,
Hungary, and Romania.
We spent most of our time down the
mountain from Kobentzl to the valley, before returning to our sweeping Hotel
view of Salzburg City. Meanwhile I was deepening my questions about capital is
leveraged to undertake big private projects. As we took photos over from on
high looking down on the many bridges of Salzburg and Jim was explaining how
the developed world operated by using finances, credit, and interest to help
economies grow.
Finally, we
left Salzburg to enter Germany and Munich, where our quick look into
Oktoberfest found us among nasty drunken louts each of whom seemingly had hand
four hands: one to chug-a-lug beer; one to smoke foul smelling cigarettes; one
to quaff horrible-bleeding-raw sausages; and one to punch someone in the face.
From what we saw, Oktoberfest was a place for nasty males seeking to “get
smashed on beer” and then smash another male to break his nose. Thus, we fled
for our lives as the brutes began to threaten anyone who looked at them.
      Even though the “English-Speaking USA” had been supposedly always threatening to
invade Romania, I continued to study English language and literature. That I
chose to study English even though the act alone brought suspicion on me
because all society was taught to believe since 1945 that we were fighting off
the Great USA.[vi]
America was officially seen as

a threat to Romania and its allies under Russia’s COMECON,[vii] all
of which I became only fully aware as I grew older and had to buy the English
Course textbooks on the risky, expensive Black Market, in Timisoara, 4 hours
drive from Cluj.
In
the meantime, without rarely granted permission, we were forbidden to meet and
visit with foreigners, especially those who spoke English and who wanted to
hear from us about Sighet
and
its nearby wooden hamlets of the
Maramures Province, where I have my first memories.
The region is ethnically
diverse, with a stimulating climate ranging from very hot summers
and very cold winters.
Geographically, we lived in the valleys and Mountains of Gutinul
through which the rivers of Iza
and Tisa flow. Geographically, the beautiful forested Tisa
River is the natural border
with Southern Ukraine. Mara is another river I explored in my
Youth with my brother, Alex.
My mother Magdalena decided, when I was 3, to move from Satu-Mare to the
Sighet, Maramures county. For me this change was welcome, and I grew up in the
Maramures region, where I have I have my first memories. The region was much
nicer, ethnically more diverse, better climate, and more geographic diversity,
with the Mountains of Gutinul and the rivers of Iza and Tisa, as Tisa was the natural
border with the Ukraine.

As folklore has it in the West,
vampires are native to Transylvania. We had vampires, werewolves, and
wolverines, but all the mythological characters were actually members of the
Communist Party and infamous security officers, which everyone had to join--except
for me because with my knowledge, I was considered a security risk! I actually
refused to join the bloody red party, and so did one of my girl colleagues,
Michaela Pascu-Arvedson, who lives in Malmo, Sweden now. Non-alignment meant we
were the black sheep of the class.
Fortunately,
when in 1982 I entered the University Babes Boljay,
in Cluj-Napoca, to earn my
M.A.
in 1990, for my sociology classes, I decided to conduct my field research
project into the rural life of the North of Romania, recording the folklore
(especially myths) invented and
passed
down by rural folks (including small merchants, farmers, fisherman, loggers)
had had
 used that lore to help them survive for
centuries.
Further, much of my research conducted among the
outlying farmers, delved deeply into Transylvania Folklore, which prepared me
well to understand Communist Party Lore, and unjustified secret security
surveillance.
Thus, for the second time, my
fateful choice of a field research project had further prepared me,
unknowingly, for my future with Jim Wilkie.   
Once I had been admitted to the
Babes Boljay University, which was called “the heart and brain of
Transylvania,” I also further expanded and deepened deep studies in American

language and literature. Also,
I had studied Romanian language and literature in the Department of Philology.
The Bolyai University is still considered to this day
the best University in
Transylvania.
Upon beginning my mentoring for
other students, I was happy to find a sense of freedom. Reading and writing
comprehension were my forté during my four years at Cluj.  I had always dreamt of being a professor and
a writer and seemed to be off to a great start.
But I soon realized that our
professors opened the day by reading the mounds of new Decrees just signed by
Ceausescu.  Thus, I began laughing, and
other students join me in mocking the wooden language of Central Planning’s
attempt to befuddle us with words from a wooden language, totally bent toward
twisting our brains into confused submission. Professors and Securitate
officers were acting as sweaty bureaucrats trying to teach us how to sharpen
our mental images. Not one professor asked us, “What do each of you really
think of all this Ceausescu propaganda of decrees harming the educational
process?”                 
Professors had their favorite
students and made sure they pointed this out in class, stifling any competition
as they show openly their favoritism or nepotism.
When I reached the age of 22 in1985,
I started to be argumentative, criticizing professors, especially the history
professor who only knew only the History of the Romanian Communist Party.
The Russians, via the KGB, had
been directing Romanian politicians since 1945, and pressured Romanian students
to dig useless trenches as well forced women-students to shot Russian weapons,
and learn to disassemble and assemble the AK47.
Meanwhile in my
University Cluj the atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Restrictions were
plentiful and absurd. Speech was not free; one couldn’t discuss issues freely
in class, or make any real analysis or debate. One had to regurgitate what the
professors were telling us. Modern economics led by and read whatever was there
in the old books stacked in the communist library. Until I escaped Romania in
1992, I learned that the so-called economics classes we took taught nothing
about money, credit, and such terms as GDP. The Marxian economics involved only
fuzzy nonsensical slogans such
as “We Romanians have to fight-off the ‘running dogs of capitalism,” without
the word “capitalism” ever being defined except in unrealistic theory laced
with epithets.
 Even as an English major, I not permitted to
speak with foreigners in English --answering one question was a crime, according
to the tendentious Security Decrees. Abortion was a crime punishable for up to
20 years in prison. Doctors performing it ended up in jail, and so did the
pregnant women. Punishments were ridiculous—the Anti-Abortion Law lasted for 40
years, until 1990.
Furthermore, if my uncle
from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire family. Even
today, in 2017 one has to report to the police to declare if any visitor of
family comes from the USA (or Canada, for some bizarre security reason). Well,
after 25 years, not much has changed in poor Romania.
 As I said previously, my
childhood was marked by fights as I had to protect my little brother Alexandru.
In high school, I was known as the student-poet, the class poet, and I won some
pretty prizes for my poems in General School, coordinated closely with Ileana
Zubascu Cristescu; my Romanian Language Professor. I am still in touch with her
to this day.



I had another flashback coming to me. The academia was infested with
egregious communists.
I was admitted to the University in Cluj in 1982, in the heart of
Transylvania, namely the American Language and Literature and Romanian Language
And Literature Department of Philology. The professors, started reading the
mounds of new Decrees every day, which made me laugh, and staff of the
university was suspicious of me not believing their “expose” in the classrooms.
Professors were
trying to befuddle us with words from a wooden language, totally bent
toward twisting our brains into confused submission. During my college years, Professors,
and Securitate officers were acting as sweaty bureaucrats, uneducated idiots
trying to tell us what to think. Not one professor asked us, “What do you
really think, all of you?” Each professor had their favorite students and made
sure they pointed it out in class, stifling any competition, and showed openly
their favoritism or nepotism.
When I reached 22 years, I started being argumentative, and started
criticizing professors, esp. the history professor. I was getting so sick at
academics yelling at us, and being forced to do the military service as a woman
in the academia. After all, Americans were coming to take away our socialist
country.
We couldn’t t buy books in English, and I was an English major.
We couldn’t talk to foreigners, and the atmosphere was dreadful in classes.
Speech was not free; one couldn’t argue in class, or make any real analysis or
debate. You had to regurgitate what they were telling you, and read whatever
was there in the old books stacked in the communist library. I was an English
major, but could not get the books in English necessary for the Exams. They did
not exist. Talking to foreigners in English or answering one question was a
crime, according to a stupid decree. Abortion was a crime for 20 years. Doctors
performing it ended up in jail, and so did the pregnant women. 5 years jail for
an abortion. If my uncle from Canada visited us, we were all under
surveillance, the entire family. Even today, in 2014 one has to go and declare
if you have family visiting from the USA or CANADA for some bizarre security
reasons. Well even after 26 years, not much has changed in poor Romania. The
Securitate is still doing surveillances of Romania’s “enemies” and even ramped
up surveillance now using NATO funds to control people in key positions of
government, be it local, municipal, or at federal level.

Now, writing this, it all came back to my mind’s eye: I was a professor
of Romanian and English in Sighetu Marmatiei, Maramures County, at School #2
for 6 years. Teaching English and American languages and grammar was my
favorite thing, and my goal was to move to the West. So I settled in Tisa with
my then-husband, Valerian Pipas.
It was very exacting commuting all the time from Tisa where I lived in
our private Museum (Pipas Museum of Art) to Sighet by bus. I also taught Latin
and English to people just to make ends meet. Salaries were dismal for
intellectuals. So, finally I had it, and decided to leave in 1986. We were
caught on the border and sent back in 1984. Ceausescu, the “father” of the
nation pardoned all border violations in 1983, as prisons were full with civil
society activists.
The jail
was so cold in Timisoara to keep the bacterias and viruses that it made
everybody sick internally with the cold and the flue. Most of civil society was
imprisoned, for trying to open the system, and denounce the Ceausescu dictatorship.
The blanket was as warm as a kleenex tissue. Moreover there were no pillows,
and the concrete slab where inmates slept was a back-breaker. The lights were
on 24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there was constant observation.
Every hour one was awakened to be counted. All under the guise of watching out
for suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by the guards, and there was
no need to sleep-deprive inmates, as they were doing. There was also someone in
the higher echelon ripping off the food bill. They served only baby carrots,
and spicy beans. Prisoners were forced to labor in the fields and sorting out
what was left of pigs to be
Exported,
to pay off Romania’s debt to the IMF. Yes, that was Ceausescu’s dream.
Famishing the
Nation,
sacrificing entire generations of people, just to pay off the debt. I remember
studying with
no lights,
only a candle for exams, and not having eggs or meat for years. In 1984 my
father sold his house for a pig. Peasants had to give up parts of their
products to the state. Taxes were paid in food.
The sadest
years of my life: 1984 to 89.

My poor mother Magdalena, was so confused by the propaganda, that she
started crying when I was freed from jail, additionally she was feeling very
emotional after the death of the nation’s father, Ceausescu. Nicolae together
with Elena were shot execution style by his opponent, socialist, KGB educated
Ion Iliescu, who stole the revolution from the young people of the University
Square in Bucharest.

My endurance had
limits. Fed up with all the restrictions, and full of frustrations, I hit the
border with Yugoslavia.
I have been unfairly
jailed as I tried to leave the country in 1986.
I was ready to give up
my life, just to escape people in an impossible country, with impossible
leadership.
It has become
unlivable for many people. In 1989, Ceausescu finally pardoned everybody who
tried to escape the horrendous conditions in the country.
The first act of
freedom I have performed it was to secure a passport for myself. And got
married to Valerian Pipas, a famous violinist from Virismort, Tisa in Maramures
county. Otherwise the consulate would not have given me the visas. Conditions
were one had to be married, and own a house. Truly I enjoyed being married to a
musician; he played the violin and I danced tango and Csardas in weekends.}
I have been teaching
English in Sighet, Tisa, and Giulesti, as well as Camara for another 10 years.
Conditions were absolutely horrific; no heating in schools, no teaching
material, and constant harassment from colleagues of being informed on.

After I finally left
Romania, when an execution squad shot Ceausescu in December 26, 1989 for
Christmas.  Nice gift to the Romanian
people.

When the regime
changed in 1990, I was free to get a passport, and Organized Conferences and
Seminars at the University of Babes-Bolyai, in the heart of Transylvania. I was
mostly writing on destatification and privatization of   Romanian companies. 51% of MARA, the
textiles company I researched was finally sold to the Germans. The opening up
of Romani has finally begun.
It was on a rainy
September 17th day, in Sighet. Shortly after, I have met American
professors from UCLA, who were doing a study on the effects of the Cold War in
post-socialist countries. My observations were very valuable to Dr Wilkie who
then asked me to guide the academic group through Eastern Europe. They were
traveling in a German Opel (a U.S. made car). I took them to the Museum of my
friend, D-ra Mihaly de Apsa, in my hometown, Sighet.
She was the last
descendant of a fine lineage of Romanian revolutionaries fighting for the unification
of Romania in 1918; Mihaly de Apsa. James was enchanted to have met her, alive
in her pretty museum of “Pasoptisti.”
Together, we went to
the Merry Cemetery, and it was dusk by the time Dr James Wilkie from the
University of Los Angeles, California, arrived in Sighet at the Marmatia Hotel.
His book was about cycles of statism in Socialist countries. He has written
over 30 books on economic development.

I’ll start by
explaining the places I went in 1991, on one of the most beautiful part of
Romania, through Pasul Prislop.  We went
Around Romania, visited the monasteries of Moldova, C-lung Moldovenesc,
Suceava, Sucevita and Agapia monasteries. Then we went to Lacul Rosu. We took
the scenic road to Cluj Napoca, where I was trying to get the plane in order to
fly out to Paris, in France. I had all the visas. But there was no flight. No
airport and I was not going to go through Bucharest, but via HUNGARY.
Nobody took credit
cards, so Jim had to take out a lot of cash, so that we can travel safely.

Seeing how The
Professor cared, I fell in love with Jim Wilkie.
I was deeply in love
with James Wilkie, whom has hired me as a guide.
He said: “call me
Jim”.  We finally left for Budapest after
the airport visit in Cluj Napoca.


We got through
Budapest, finally, and then got out towards Austria and Germany.

Our colleague, Dr
James Platler was worried that I was a spy, as we received special private
rooms, and great Hotel deals, plus good lunches at the Monastery, where I was a
good friend with Mother Superior.

I was just happy to be
a guide in many countries.

As folklore has it in the West, vampires are native to Transylvania. We
had vampires, werewolves, and wolverines, but all the mythological characters
were actually members of the Communist Party, which everyone had to
join--except for me because with my knowledge, I was considered a security
risk!
Fortunately, when in 1982 I entered the University Babes Boljay, in
Cluj-Napoca,
to earn my M.A. in 1990, for my sociology classes, I
decided to conduct my field research project into the rural life of the North
of Romania, recording the folklore (especially myths) invented and passed down
by rural folks (including small merchants, farmers, fisherman, loggers) had had
used that lore to help them survive for centuries.
Further, much of my research conducted among the
outlying farmers, delved deeply into Transylvania Folklore, which prepared me
well to understand Communist Party Lore.
Thus, for the second time, my fateful choice of a field research project
had further prepared me, unknowingly, for my future with Jim Wilkie.    
Once I had been admitted to the Babes Boljay University, which was
called “the heart and brain of Transylvania,” I also further expanded and
deepened deep studies in American language and literature. Also I studied
Romanian language and literature in the Department of Philology. The Bolyai
University Is considered the best University in Transylvania.
Upon beginning my mentoring for other students, I was happy to find a
sense of freedom. Reading and writing comprehension were my forté during my
four years at Cluj.  I had always dreamt
of being a professor and a writer and seemed to be off to a great start.
But I soon realized that our professors opened the day by reading the
mounds of new Decrees just signed by Ceausescu. 
Thus, I began laughing, and other students join me in mocking the wooden
language of Central Planning’s attempt to befuddle us with words from a wooden
language, totally bent toward twisting our brains into confused submission.
Professors and Securitate officers were acting as sweaty bureaucrats trying to
teach us how to sharpen our mental images. Not one professor asked us,

“What do each of you really think of all this Ceausescu propaganda of
decrees harming the educational process?”            
Professors had their favorite students and made sure they pointed this
out in class, stifling any competition as they show openly their favoritism or
nepotism.
When I reached the age of 22 in1985, I started to be argumentative,
criticizing professors, especially the history professor who only knew only the
History of the Romanian Communist Party.
The Russians, via the KGB, had been directing Romanian politicians since
1945, and pressured Romanian students to dig useless trenches as well forced
women-students to shot Russian weapons, and learn to disassemble and assemble
the AK47.
Meanwhile in my
University Cluj the atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Restrictions were
plentiful and absurd. Speech was not free; one couldn’t discuss issues freely
in class, or make any real analysis or debate. One had to regurgitate what the
professors were telling us. Modern economics led by and read whatever was there
in the old books stacked in the communist library. Until I escaped Romania in
1992, I learned that the so-called economics classes we took taught nothing
about money, credit, and such terms as GDP. The Marxian economics involved only
fuzzy nonsensical slogans such as
“We Romanians have to fight-off the ‘running dogs of capitalism,” without the
word “capitalism” ever being defined except in unrealistic theory laced with
epithets.
 Even as an English major, I not permitted to
speak with foreigners in English --answering one’s question was a crime,
according to the tendentious Security Decrees. Abortion was a crime punishable
for up to 5 years in prison. Doctors caught performing it ended up in jail, and
so did the pregnant women. Over 10.000 women died trying to perform abortions
on themselves, or botched it, not knowing how to escape having children that
they had no means to raise in a country rife with complete hunger.

Even today, Romania
has the highest rate of orphans in the whole world.

Punishments were ridiculous—the
Anti-Abortion Law lasted for 40 years, until 1990.
Furthermore, if my
uncle from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire
family. Even today, in 2017 one has to report to the police to declare if any
visitor of family comes from the USA (or Canada, for some bizarre security
reason). Well, after 25 years, not much has changed in poor Romania.

With Ceausescu finally
gone, after 40 years of dictatorship, in 1990 I was able to secure a passport
in order to ready myself to leave Romania by gaining visas for Germany and
France. I had a lovely family in Bordeaux, namely Saint-Denise-de-Pile, who
invited me over to
Bordeaux, the Godrie
family, so I pursued this wonderful opportunity, and decided to visit them in
Saint-Denis-De-Pile. I spoke impeccable French. I corresponded for years with
Muguette Godrie, my beloved friend who sponsored my stay in France.
Meanwhile, the question
remained, how to get there by land without a visa to Austria— as my isolated region
of Transylvania had no air connection to the outside world til late in 1990.
I succeeded to finally
extract myself from that virtual prison, and we had to do it by car. Pumped up
and having all the visas in my passport, I took off with Jim on September 16,
1990 in an Opel, which remains my favorite car to this day. They ended
manufacturing of the Opel in 1990.

  


THE INFLUENCE OF RECENT ROMANIAN HISTORY
In the meantime, the History of Transylvania weighed heavily on
population of Romania, with constant change in the emerging political map
always have left “citizens” always lost about who was really in charge.
Thus, Transylvania was originally part of the Dacia Kingdom between 82
BC until the Roman conquest in 106 AD. The capital of Dacia was destroyed by
the Romans, so that a new as capital would serve the Roman Province of Dacia,
which lasted until 350 AD, by which time the Romans felt so hated that it behooved
them to withdraw back to Rome.
     

During
the late 9th century, western Transylvania was conquered by the Hungarian Army
to later become part of the Kingdom of Hungary and in 1570 to devolve into the
Principality of Transylvania. During most of the 16th and 17th centuries, the
Principality became an Ottoman Empire vassal state, confusingly also governed
by the Habsburg Empire.
After 1711 Transylvania was consolidated solely into the Hapsburg Empire
and Transylvanian princes were replaced with Habsburg imperial governors.
After 1867,
Transylvania ceased to have separate status and was incorporated into the
Kingdom of Hungary as part of the Austro-Hungarian Empire.[viii]
After World War I,
Transylvania reverted in 1918 to be part of Romania.  In 1940 Northern Transylvania again became
governed by Hungary and then Germany, but Romanian queen Maria successfully
reclaimed it after the end of World War II.
The year 1940 was important for Romania because if was seized for its oil
by Nazi Germany (1940-1944), “liberated” by the “Soviet Union” (1944-1947), and
finally “re-liberated” to become the Popular republic of Romania (under USSR
remote control), as the Cold War was beginning to freeze the Iron Curtain into
place.
At the end of World
War II while the USSR and its Red Army were the occupying powers in all
Romania, in 1947 Romania forcibly and ironically became a “People’s Republic”
(1947–1989), after the rise of the Iron Curtain.
The first “president,” Gheorghiu-Dej (1947) ruled as puppet of Moscow,
but when he died, his Secretary General of the Communist Party of Romania,
Nicolae Ceausescu, was elected as the second “president” (1965-1989), shifting
his savage dictatorship into a harsher Romanian “Gulag” than known in the USSR.
 
For two decades I neither understood the dimensions of tragic history of
Transylvania, nor did I yet realize that I would have to escape the Gulag of
Romania, even if by the “skin of my teeth.”
For peoples of the world Transylvania seems to be a far-away place, where
most people know the werewolves and vampires have been “seen” to in the
imagination of Transylvanians, whose beliefs was soaked in mystical folklore.
Even today it is hardly possible to have a rational conversation with most the
Transylvanian folk on any subject without recourse to try to understand where
their distorted imagination has befuddled them.
       The population has consisted
of Romanians, Hungarians, Germans, and some Ukrainians. These languages
are still being spoken in Romania’s Maramures province, but because I always
liked and loved the Romanian language, I decided to become a Professor of
Romanian Language and Literature, as well as American Language and Civilization.
MY BACKDROP TO THE FALL OF CEAUSESCU
I later told Jim how I
had been admitted in 1982 to the Babes-Bolyai University, in Cluj-Napoca at the
heart of Transylvania, I focused especially on Linguistics. Unfortunately,
there I found that the professors, who were under the control of
sweaty-stinking Securitate officers, had to read dozens of new Decrees issued
every day as they sought to control every one of our daily actions—all in the
name of protecting the Ceausescu government—which was selling the country’s
food supplies to Russia in order to pay down Roman’s official debt with
exports. Those Securitate officers ate well and ominously watched us virtually
starve. They said, be calm, like your parents in the face of their starvation.
 Thus, I furiously called out in my classes
that our very existence was being compromised by Ceausescu's abandonment of the
population, which was ordered to, as Lenin famously said, “work, work, and
work.”
To protect myself as
best I could, I turned to humor, seeking to ridicule Ceausescu’s “national
paradise.”  But when I encouraged my
classmates to laugh at the propaganda embedded in the wooden language of the
national bureaucracy, I soon fell under the heavy scrutiny of university
authorities, who were furious that I trying to expose the fact that all classes
had been organized to befuddle the student body into confused submission.
Indeed, each professor had favorite students to help drown out legitimate
questions and stifle any competing analysis—the university lived under
nepotism, favoritism, the threat of rape (virtual and real) by the Securitate
officers, and open bribery by the professors--choose your garden variety.
              

                                Knowing My
Real value And Having A Spine
By 1986, at age 23, I
had decided to flee Romania—an illegal act because Ceausescu did not want
anyone (especially women of child-bearing age) to escape his plan to building
his “ideal socialist industries” on farms and ranches as well as in the cities.
In June I made my way to the border of Yugoslavia and paid a smuggler to evade
the Romanian security forces that were preventing the “nations

workers” from
escaping. The smuggler, who took me across the border, turned out to be working
for Romanian Border Police. Thus, soon after crossing into Yugoslavia, he
turned his wagon around and I was again in Romania again when I realized what
had happened too late. I had been “sold” to Ceausescu’s minions for a wagonload
of salt and 20 Liters of gasoline. Thousands were returned for this kind of
draconian exchange.
That failed escape
from Romania led me to a 10-month prison sentence in Timisoara Prison, wherein
the block cells were maintained so cold (supposedly
to eliminate bacteria and viruses) that it made all of us inmates sick with the
cold and the flu.
Bed
blankets in the were less warming than one Kleenex tissue. Moreover, there were
no pillows, and the concrete slab where inmates slept was a “back-breaker.” The
lights were on 24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there was constant
observation. Every hour one was awakened to be counted for, and sneaking up on
people, under the guise of watching out for suicides. But everyone could be
clearly seen by the guards, and there was no need to sleep-deprive inmates.
There was also someone in the higher echelon ripping off the food budget to
siphon money to themselves while serving inmates only baby carrots and spicy
beans.
Almost
every family in Romanian civil society had at least one member who had been
imprisoned for trying to open the political system by denouncing the Ceausescu
dictatorship. These inmates were openly called “Political Prisoners,” and I was
one of them.
Political
Prisoners were not
permitted to work outside the prison walls in the fields because our crime had
been the political decision to repudiate Ceausescu’s “fantastic system.”  
   








     OUT OF PRISON IN 1987 TO FIND ROMANIA
FACING DISASTER And FAMINE
                                     “CHANGE IN
THE AIR”
Once
free in 1987, I could return to my University to finally complete my M.A. in
1990.  
 Further in
1987, at the age of 24, I met the Family patriarch Nicolae Pipas,[ix]
who directed for the Communist government the walled Regional Art Museum in a
quiet part of Sighet. When he realized that I was a Professor of the English
and Romania Languages, and one of the few university’s highly educated persons
in the region, I began to serve as interpreter/guide to visiting foreign
Ambassadors permitted to travel in Romania. They wanted to see the Museum with
its magnificent collection of paintings, sculptures, and rare historical
pottery and coins. Thus, I soon found myself interpreting  and translating for visiting English-Speaking
Ambassadors from many countries who wished to know Transylvania, especially my
village Sighet and its Merry Cemetery famous worldwide for it tombstones in the
form of wood sculpture of the butcher, the baker, candlestick maker, and all
professions.
Although my first languages were Romanian and Hungarian, I could also
translate into French and Italian. Indeed at that time I was teaching Latin in
the Rural School System of my Maramures Province.
 By 1989, Ceausescu realized that his end was
near, and he sought to gain support by pardoning his political prisoners (such
as myself) who had tried to escape the horrendous conditions in the country.
Hence, university students and some labor unions joined forces and quite
quickly after the fall of the Berlin Wall forced Ceausescu and his draconian
wife Elena to flee. They were caught and executed on Christmas Day, 1989, by
the military that at the last moment joined the Revolution.


‘As my friends and I
(along with most of the population) cheered the fall of the failed, rotten
Romanian “dictatorship of the proletariat,” my dear mother acted differently.
She was so confused by the
propaganda of the only
“leader” she knew much about that she wept for Ceausescu, not fully realizing
that he was the one who had wrongly had be arrested and put me in prison. 
With Ceausescu gone,
in 1990 I was able to secure a passport to ready myself to leave Romania by
gaining visas for Germany and France. The question remained, how to get there
by land without a visa to Austria—my region had no air connection to the
outside world.
MY FATEFUL 1991 MEETING IN SIGHET WITH
JIM WILKIE
Almost age 27 in 1991, I was in the right place at the right time when
UCLA Professor Jim Wilkie arrived in Sighet 
September 17th, 1990, together  with Professor James Platler (his friend and
driver). They came as part of their trip to assess the impact of the 1989 Fall
of Iron Curtain--which had imprisoned all Romanians and made it a crime to try
to escape from Romania. The two Americans had already visited “East” Germany,
Czechia,[x]
and Slovakia (soon to break their union, each becoming independent), and
Poland, where English speakers could provide guidance.
In Romania the UCLA Team found itself at a loss as few of the people who they encountered could
speak English and none of them could analyze or articulate how the System of
Government and society functioned before and after 1989.
       When we met, Jim immediately
contracted[xi]
with me to advise them as well as guide them through Eastern Europe. They were
pleased to hear the my outline of Transylvanian and Romanian history (see
above), with which I explained how constant national boundary change meant that
Transylvanians and Romanians were never able to develop either honest civil
government or active civic society. Little did I know that the concepts of
“Civic” and “Civil” Society were of utmost importance to Jim? As I would find
out later, Jim and I had been conducting compatible research for years and
would lead me to       my



PHD Dissertation and two books written with Jim. [xii]
All these works distinguish between the concepts of Civil Society (which
represents national and local governmental activity) and Civic Society (which
involves active private citizens (who organize non-governmental initiatives to
develop model projects
beyond the ability of official bureaucrats to even comprehend, including
the influence needed to monitor and expose the failures and successes of
governmental activity).   
But before we left in September
18, 1991, to visit Romania and Hungary, I had to find a substitute
for my new class teaching American English and History in Sighet—I left a
friend, Johnny Popescu, to become my permanent substitute. Only then could our
newly expanded Team set off under my guidance.
Thus, we set out on
that September 18th to visit one of the most socially and
economically interesting and beautiful parts of Romania by going up thought the
green forested Carpathian Mountains via the beautiful Prislop Pass, stopping to
visit small farming families in their folkloric clothing of which they were
justifiably proud to wear on a daily basis.  Farther east in Romania, on
the scenic roads, we visited the monasteries of Moldova, the town of Cimpulung
Moldovenesc, Suceava, and then the Monasteries in Sucevita and Agapia. The
gorgeous forested mountain road eventually led to Lacul Rosu and the lake
country. Then we took the long scenic mountain road to Cluj Napoca to
visit my prestigious University.
As I briefed Jim about
Romania, he was briefing me about factors in comparing national economies. For
example, he told me about how he had reunited in Prague on September 15th
with Richard Beesen, his former UCLA student and friend, to hear about
his role in London as Manager of Deutsche Bank’s New Accounts in Russia and Eastern Europe. Richard
had become famous for inviting Banking Officials and national Treasury
Ministries to deposit their financial reserves on deposit in his bank in
London. But



because his clients
did not understand anything about “interest payments” on deposited funds, they
did not ask for nor did they gain any interest payments. Also, because most
Western Banks were not sure that
these new
“capitalists” could be “fully trusted” for correct management of their
deposits, his Deutsche
Bank
collected large fees (and paid no interest to keep the Eastern
Europe “bank reserves safe.” This was all very eye opening for me.
Jim and I had realized
early on that we had a close affinity as we analyzed the situation of Romania,
and he said, “Call me Jim.” (In contrast I called Professor James Platler  “JP.”) As we traveled to observe the
situation of the people in different parts of the country, Jim and I formed a
deep bond of observing and analyzing; thus both of us realized this brief
interlude had to continue for the long term in order to achieve our goals.
                                          NEXT
STOPS, BUDAPEST, SALZBURG, MUNICH,
 BORDEAUX (FOR ME), AND LOS
ANGELES (FOR JIM)
       As
a Romanian, I had the right to enter Hungary, and we did so bypassing the miles
of vehicles waiting to cross the border for the long drive to Budapest. There
Prof. James Platler finally relaxed after the long drives and often poor hotels
and monasteries —he said that he finally found unbroken civilization again. I was
astounded to hear that. I made everything possible for them to have the best
lodging and food in Moldova and Maramures county. Obviously, my friends had
different standards than us, Romanians.
    Once we arrived in Budapest, Professor
James Platler, who had told Jim privately that from the outset of our trip that
he thought that I was a “Spy” (planted on us by the Romanian Securitate to
monitor our many “foreign” inquiries during our travel through Romania’s north
country), announced that his concern about me had vanished as we realized the
extent of my knowledge and research abilities.  
In his mind, I had to be a Spy because I had obtained access to special
private dining rooms and quarter in some fine hotels, as well as invitations
for wonderful lunches at some Monasteries, where miraculously I made immediate
friends with each Mother Superior. But by the time we reached Budapest, he
realized that at my University I had learned the Elite skills needed to survive
safely and comfortably in Eastern Europe. 
       

My problem was to
enter Austria, where I had no visa. But Jim passed his UCLA business
card through to the Consul General of Austria in Budapest, and quickly we found
ourselves whisked from the back of the long line to the front and right into a
meeting with the Consul General himself. He was pleased to hear about the
research of our UCLA Team, but said that I did have a
visa. Jim then told them that I only needed a three-day transit visa to reach
Germany, the visa for which he could see in my passport.
With entry to Austria
solved, we were on the road to the Hotel Kobentzl and Graz, which overlook
Salzburg, all the way analyzing the comparative economic and social situations
of Austria, Hungary, and Romania.
We
spent most of our time down the mountain from Kobentzl to the valley, before
returning to our sweeping Hotel view of Salzburg City. Meanwhile I was
deepening my questions about capital is leveraged to undertake big private
projects. As we took photos over from on high looking down on the many bridges
of Salzburg and Jim was explaining how the developed world operated by using
finances, credit, and interest to help economies grow.
Finally we left
Salzburg to enter Germany and Munich, where our quick look into Oktoberfest
found us among nasty drunken louts each of whom seemingly had hand four hands:
one to chug-a-lug beer; one to smoke foul smelling cigarettes; one to quaff
horrible-bleeding-raw sausages; and one to punch someone in the face. From what
we saw, Oktoberfest was a place for nasty males seeking to “get smashed on
beer” and then smash another male to break his nose. Thus, we fled for our
lives as the brutes began to threaten anyone who looked at them.

Then on September 30th,
I took the plane from Munich to Paris to take a bus to Bordeaux to meet the
French family, the daughter of which, in her visit in 1990 to the Museum in
Sighet, had invited me to obtain a French visa and move to stay with her on the
lovely family farm outside Bordeaux.
Jim (and JP) also left
the same day for Jim to arrive in time to go from the airplane to open and
begin teaching his Fall Quarter class at UCLA. But he
promised to call daily and return to join me again in ten weeks.
In the meantime, I
made a trip to Paris to request political asylum in France, but a grey-faced
judge rejected my request, saying that the petitioner must file with the help
of a lawyer. 
To complicate matters
in Bordeaux, the French Security Agent there was investigating me, a lone
woman, as a possible spy sent by Romania to “monitor activities at the Port of
Bordeaux. When he told that, if I pleased him in unmentionable ways, he would
not deport me to Romania but arrange my legal status in France so that I could
live him.  I immediately told Jim on his
next telephone call.
      To resolve the above problem, Jim called
his Paris friend Gérard Chaliand, a former visiting professor at UCLA,
whose real job involved traveling the world for French Security to report on
his professorial travels that took him to all continents. Gérard immediately
called French Security to report on the illegal approach to me by their Agent
in Bordeaux. That same day the Agent came to apologize profusely to me in the
best manner that he could muster in his pitiful condition. He begged me not to
have him fired for his proposition to me. I could see him looking at me in
truly puzzled way that implicitly said: “Who are you? How did I make such a
grave mistake in deciding that you, a lone Romanian woman, could not have any
power to reach my bosses in Paris?” I took pity on him and told him that if he
minded manners and watched from affair to be sure that I was always safe, he
would not be fired.



          JIM RETURNS TO
EUROPE IN DECEMBER, 1991:
HIS PLAN FOR ADVISING EASTERN EUROPEAN CIVIC SOCIETY ABOUT HOW TO
GAIN GRANTS FROM U.S. FOUNDATIONS (NPPOs),[xiii]  WHICH HOLD THE WORLD’S LARGEST POOL OF NGO
DEVELOPMENT FUNDS
Even though it was
December 11, 1991, when Jim returned, France was in the midst what
some in    America call an “Indian Fall,”
warm with colorful fall leaves still on the trees.  It was a beautifully bright

“fall day” when we
left Bordeaux the next day to spend some days visiting the Loire River with its
many castles and incredible views.
Even during our
photography of the Loire region, Jim began to outline his New Plan (now our
plan) to wit:  PROFMEX Plan to Help
Eastern European “Foundations”   
                 Therefore, some Romanian and
Mexican NGOs become legally eligible to gain grants from U.S. Tax Exempt
Foundations following our advice on how to do it, best practices we could teach
other leaders about: and so The U.S. Model for Philanthropy was born.




“The U.S.-Mexico Model for Philanthropy.”
Indeed, Jim told me
that recently when he had been in Mexico City, he received an invitation to
meet with Manuel Alonso Muñoz, Executive Director of Mexico’s National Lottery,[xiv]
who, when he heard about Jim’s U.S.-Mexico Model, invited him to meet at the
Lottery’s historically famous ornate building. After an extended briefing by
Jim, Manuel told him that he had already called his own good friend Ronald G.
Hellman, Professor of Sociology in the Graduate School at the City University
of New York, to ask him for an evaluation of Jim and his Mexico-U.S. Model for
Philanthropy. Ironically, it was only then when he realized that Ron was (and
is today) Jim’s PROFMEX Vice-President for Strategic Planning. With that news
and Jim’s stellar briefing, Lic. Alonso asked if the Lottery could make a
series of generous grants to PROFMEX in order to help fund the expansion of
Jim’s Model to Eastern Europe,[xv]
putting Mexico into an innovative new light.
Mexico And The World,
I got the idea! Evrika, so the brilliant idea to bring together experts from
all the world to Mexico, to have a debate was born. The Conference I was always
dreaming about was  beginning to shape
up, and soon things all lined up for us to organize a bi-lateral Conference in
Morelia, the State of Michoacán. The Governor was more than happy to receive us
in Michoacán. So we worked together with Manuel Alonso to get people down
there. The hardest part was to get the financing for it.
Manuel Alonso was
appreciative of the fact that Jim, while serving as Consultant to the U.S.
Council on Foundations, had become involved since 1990 with his Model for
helping Mexican Foundations (including, for example, charities, human rights
organizations, hospitals, universities, biospheres, etc.) to help them re-write
their constitution and by-laws to be compatible with the U.S. tax requirement
that they mirror U.S. Not-for-Private Profit Organizations (NPPOs).
The question of
“mirroring” involved Jim’s explanation that:
As
NPPOs, U.S. Foundations are legally responsible for controlling expenditure of
funds granted to organizations that do not mirror the U.S. foundations do not
want to be involved in the day-to-day activities of its grantees. Indeed, “
they want to transfer expenditure responsibility” (including misuse or illegal
use of grant funds) to the recipient foundation to which they grant funds but
can only do so if the grant recipient organization is deemed to have an
“equivalent” legal structure to that of the U.S. donor foundation.
Here is the
background, according to Jim: [xvi]
“In order to facilitate the U.S. philanthropic activity needed during the 1970s
and 1980s to help speed world development, the U.S. Secretary of Treasury and
the IRS formulated provisions that resulted in changing and/or interpreting the
Internal Revenue Code (IRC) to freely permit U.S. foundations to grant funds
abroad, if they meet the following special proviso:
U.S. NPPOs can
themselves make a legal “determination” that the foreign organization receiving
the U.S. grant be “determined” to be “equivalent” to an NPPO described in
Section 501(c)(3)[xvii] of the U.S. Internal
Revenue Code.” 
       Further,
Jim pointed out that, “while this proviso has worked well for big U.S.
grant-making foundations that place costly offices and staff around the world
(such as Rockefeller and Ford Foundations), it has worked less well for
foundations that have had to send their lawyers to meet with their legal
counterparts in prospective ‘equivalent organizations, the legal cost of making
such a determination often reaching $25,000 [or, by 2016, much, much more] for
each new organization to

receive funds from the
U.S. NPPO. If that determination is favorable, the U.S. NPPO can transfer funds
to the equivalent organization, just as it can to any other approved U.S. NPPO,
and along with the transfer of funds to the recipient organization goes the
transfer of responsibility over how the funds are spent.”
Transfer of ‘Expenditure Responsibility’ from the
U.S. Donor NPPO to the Foreign Recipient NPPO.
The
ability of U.S. NPPOs to avoid costly expenditure responsibility, as Jim told,
is one of the factors that have helped make American grant-making foundations
so important in the world. Thus, U.S. NPPOs have been enabled to avoid becoming
ensnarled in accounting processes and audits, which are better done by the
foreign organization that receives and administers the U.S. NPPO grant of
funds.
In this manner, said
Jim, the U.S. NPPO is free to focus its energy on evaluating the substance of
its grant programs. The ability of grant-making foundations to transfer
Expenditure Responsibility to other NPPOs is the main reason that they
generally prefer (and require) that their funds be granted only to approved
organizations rather than to individuals or to non-approved organizations.
The above views, Jim
said, do not mean that U.S. NPPOs are unable to grant funds to an organization
that is not equivalent to a U.S. NPPO (or make grants to individual scholars,
artists, or writers either at home or abroad), but to do so adds a complication
to the grant-making process. Rather than passing on the Expenditure
Responsibility (as the U.S. NPPO does when it makes grants to another NPPO or
U.S. equivalent), the Expenditure Responsibility remains with the donor NPPO
when it makes a grant to an organization that is not an NPPO (or its U.S.
equivalent) or to an individual.
       In the unlikely case where the donor NPPO
retains Expenditure Responsibility, then, Jim told me in my interview with him
on September 17, 1991, the donor foundation has to concern itself with costly
financial oversight involved, which may problematic whether of in or outside
the USA.







ON TO PARIS AND THE WORLD TO MEET WITH  NPPO LEADERS ABOUT                                                        
NEW FOUNDATIONS
        
Jim and I arrived in Paris on December 15, 1991, to meet with Jim’s
contacts at the American Embassy, who heard about our research and suggested
that Jim meet also with their counterparts at the U.S. Embassy in Mexico City.
They agreed to help begin to our new Plan to expand to Eastern Europe and
Russia Jim’s successful Model for Tax-Free Flow of Nonprofit Funds, the example
being what he negotiated (with the U.S. Council on Foundations and the U.S. and
Mexican Treasury Departments), as analyzed above.
 It is important for me to say here that George
Soros and his decentralized donations to his 41 semi-autonomous “national
foundations”[xviii] (exemplified in
Romania, Hungary, and Russia) have been built following the IRS proviso and
regulations discussed above. Also, Soros’ “National Foundations” require that
national Government charter the independent role as NGOs.
       In contrast, the flowering of thousands
of small independent “Foundations” in Eastern Europe since 1989 has grown from
groups looking for funds from the many U.S. Foundations that do not have the
Soros/New York link with its Foundations in many nations, all of which operate
in Soros’ closed loop. Few of these new Foundations have the Soros knowledge
and financial resources to set up the By-Laws and Legal Status needed for the
thousands of Foundations desiring to tap into funding by the U.S. Foundations.[xix]  However, since 2013, Soros’ has organized an
office to work with shared Global Funds (for food, migration, etc.) outside the
non-Soros frameworks to help poor areas and countries to stave off crises.
Recently, in 2013, George Soros has been discredited by the Hungarian PM, Orban
who has aggressively made anti-Soros advertisement on buses in Hungary,
claiming that the Hungarian American wanted Arabs, and Palestinians to “invade”
Hungary. The anti-Soros rhetoric has become increasingly nationalistic, and this
is what FIDESZ, the ruling party is preaching
Before we left Paris
on December 19, 1991, we met with Gérard Chaliand to personally thank him for
having made the Bordeaux Security agent reexamine his whole approach to his
life.
Further, with Gérard,
we worked out a plan to arrange for me to become a U.S. resident and obtain
U.S. citizenship nine years after my arrival in Los Angeles, October 1992. He
recommended that my case by handled in In Los Angeles by one of America’s most
knowledgeable and effective Migration Attorneys—Cynthia Juárez Lange, today
Managing Partner, Northern California, for the Fragomen Del Rey, Bernsen &
Loewy LLP Legal Office located in San Francisco. Cynthia is herself an
academic and personable genius.
Meanwhile in my
travels with Jim in December 1991 and from March to June 1992 we met NPPO
leaders in the European Union to better understand how foundations work under
unique laws in each county rather than in any rational manner for the whole EU,
we went to Marseilles, Nice, Villfranche-sur-Mer, Cap-Ferrat, Monaco, La
Rochelle, Andorra, Sevilla, Madrid, Trujillo, El Escorial, Avila (a magnificent
fortress city), and Segovia.
On September 3. 1992,
we arrived at the U.S. Consulate in Paris, where the U.S Consulate in Mexico
had arranged with Jim for my U.S. eligibility for residence to be issued. Also,
the Mexican Consulate General in Paris issued me my residence papers to enter
and leave Mexico freely, as arranged by Jim with the Mexican Consular Head
Office in Mexico City.
Before we left Europe
for the USA in October 1991, we returned to Sighet on September 7, 1992, for
meetings with Romanian Civic Activists. (Thus, I finally returned to Sighet
after having “escaped” with Jim to France in December 1991).
From March to June
1993, we met with NPPO leaders in Budapest, Sighet, and Varna (Bulgaria),
Bucharest, and St. Petersburg.
In Moscow (June 21-14,
1993), Jim appointed Professor Boris Koval (Director of the Latin American Institute of the Russian Academy of
Sciences)
, to be PROFMEX Representative in Russia.  Koval had invited us to Moscow and introduced
us to his own Security Chief to be our translator and guide. This Security
Chief was a fascinating person who had been former head of the KGB Office in
Iraq, 1979-1989.
Jim, who always wore
his Mexican guayabera shirt with or without a suit, was seen to be
“authentically Mexican” in our meetings and discussions about NPPOs.
Some of our interviews
focused on the successes of Soros Open Society Foundation--Russia (1987-2002).
Other meetings with civic society followed as we learn the details about the
problems of the Soros


Foundations--Russia
since 2003, when, under reactionary Government pressure, he was phasing out of
operation active programs. According to the Soros Foundation—Russia:[xx]
     “When on November 30, 2015, Russia’s
Prosecutor General’s Office classified the Soros Open Society Foundation as an
“undesirable” organization, it closed the possibility of Russian individuals
and institutions from having anything to do with any Soros initiative or
programs… [Because it constituted] a threat to the foundations of Russia’s
Constitutional order and national security….
     “Prosecutors [then] launched a probe into
Soros Foundation
 activities….[xxi]
[and in July 2015], after Russian senators approved
the so-called
“patriotic stop-list” of 12 groups that required
immediate attention
over their supposed anti-Russian activities, [the
following U.S.
organizations] realized that they would soon be
banned in Russia: [the
U.S.] National Endowment for Democracy; the
International
Republican Institute; the National Democratic
Institute; the
MacArthur Foundation, and Freedom House. Now in
2017, all Eastern
European countries want Soros foundations closed
in their countries,
especially the Hungarian PM, Orban Viktor, who
went so far as to
describe him as a dangerous politician mixing in his
domestic “dictatorial”
affairs.
      The American hedge-funds mogul George
Soros issued from London   the following
Press Release

on November 30, 2015:
[xxii]
“Contrary
to the Russian prosecutor’s allegations, the Open Society Foundations have, for
more than a quarter-century, helped to strengthen the rule of law in
Russia and protect the rights of all. In the past, Russian officials and
citizens have welcomed our efforts, and we regret the changes that have led the
government to reject our support to Russian civil society and ignore the
aspirations of the Russian people.
“Since 1987, Open Society has
provided support to countless individuals and civil society organizations,
including in the fields of science, education, and public health. Open
Society has helped finance a network of internet centers in 33 universities
around the country, helped Russian scholars to travel and study abroad,
developed curricula for early childhood education, and created a network of
contemporary art centers that are still in operation.
“This record speaks for itself. We
are honored to have worked alongside pioneering citizens, educators, and civil
society organizations that embody Russian creativity, commitment, and hope.
“We are confident that this move
is a temporary aberration; the aspirations of the Russian people for a better
future cannot be suppressed and will ultimately succeed,” said George Soros,
founder and chairman of the Open Society Foundations.) Despite all efforts made
by Soros and his organizations, he has been banned from Russia.
“Once with the reset of the Cold
War, in 2012, when Putin was reelected as Russia’s President, Putin’s first
movement was to ban all Soros organizations which were impeding his expansion
onto Crimea.”
            Catching up on Soros,
he most recent assertion is that civil society is being endangered by nostalgia
for communism. Read: by Jacob Grandstaff
Read Part One of “George Soros’ says in Romanian Ghosts.” Part Two explains how Soros-funded NGOs and their Western
allies in government push for revolution in Eastern Europe. Part Three shows
how Romanian activist “ghosts” became a threat to civil liberties and
undermined their nation’s sovereignty.



     Back in Mexico City
for the 1994 PROFMEX Event featuring Eastern Europeans interested in the
U.S.-Mexico Model for NPPOs, we convened, July 28-29, for our meeting on “Development of Mexico as seen from the
World,” Co-sponsored by UCLA and Mexico’s Consejo Nacional de Ciencia y Tecnología.
     This Conference was held at Mexico City’s
María Isabel Sheraton, with 70 participants from Mexico and the United States,
and which I co-organized with Jim
           
The following invitees from Eastern Europe came from
               Hungary         
Zoltan Karpati,
Professor of Sociology
Romania  Mihai Coman, University Dean
 Roman Romulus, Consul General in Mexico
                           Alexandru Lazín,
PROFMEX-- England and Romania
                           Lia Stan, Investor
from Bristol, England.
       Highlights of the event came frequently
as we turned our gaze from Salón A with his all-window view from the top floor
to discuss the anti-government protest marches up and down Reforma Avenue past
the Angel Monument below.
       Further, our group enjoyed the
invitation of Mexico’s Attorney General, Jorge Madrazo Cuéllar to visit him at
his headquarters where we personally discussed and raised questions about the
street blockages of political protest in front of our María Isabel Sheraton
Hotel.  
       In December 1997, we continued to invite
world scholars especially interested in economic matters, as well as in the
U.S.-Mexico NPPO Model to participate with us at the:
          IX PROFMEX-ANUIES Conference
         Hosted by Governor Víctor Manuel
Tinoco Rubí
                        Morelia, Michoacán, México
                         México y el Mundo  Or Mexico and the World, in December 8-13,
1997
    With hundreds of participants and Attendees
from all continents,
    Special Guests were invited from Russia: Boris
Koval, who recalled with excitement 
      the visit of Jim and I to Moscow in June
1993.
                From China:                           Sengen
Zhang
             
             Hongzhu Huang
Korea:                            Kap-Young
Jeong
Japan:                 Soichi
Shinohara
                                                   Osamu Nishimura
                                       Yasuoki
Takagi
Indonesia:          Lepi
T. Tarmidi
Argentina:          Eugenio O. Valenciano
Bolivia:              Antonio
J. Cisneros

                                                
---------
    Jim and I have been involved with many
academic activities, but those are beyond the scope of my analysis here of our
role in extending PROFMEX around the globe, especially to Europe and Russia.
My courses at UCLA
taken under Jim and Professors Carlos Alberto Torres, Richard Weiss, and Ivan         T. Berend led me to my M.A. in History
and Latin American Studies (1996) at Unieversity of California, Los Angeles.
                    And my Ph.D. in History
(2001) at UCLA, and Post-Doctoral Research in the Education and       Information Department for 8 years. I
completed this Fellowship in 2017.
  Here is title of my first book’s author:
http://www.DecentralizedGlobalization.com 
2017 March 10.
The second book, La globalización se descentraliza:Libre mercado, fundaciones, sociedad cívica y gobierno civil en las regiones
del mundo (2007)

Olga Magdalena Lazín. With a Prologue by James W. Wilkie.                    
      My third book, co-authored with James W.
Wilkie, contains images that reflect my travels with Jim:
La globalización se amplia (2011), or Globalization Amplifies, Olga Magdalena Lazín & James
W., Preface de Rafael Rodríguez Castañeda, was published by UCLA, in 2011 in
Spanish.

    
These books, including
Decentralized Globalization show how U.S. Tax Exempt Organization (TEO) law has
evolved to become the most important in the world owing to its flexibility.
Where the laws of most countries require prior legal authorization to launch in
a new direction, the United States TEO law recognizes no such limit.
     Thus, U.S. TEO law, unlike most other
countries, is never trying to make legal what is already underway and working
in the world. For the USA and now Mexico, both Treasury Ministries together have
signed the first collaborative agreement that stands as the blueprint for
global NPPOs.
     With Professor Jim Wilkie, I know that
much researching and writing awaits us in our projects around the world….
              
Olga and Jim,
Guadalajara, Mexico, International Airport, December 7, 2016  @olgalazin

Later on, Richard
Beeson, who headed up Deutsche bank, London office, where he represented all EE
countries, had convinced EE countries Central banks to deposit their golden
cash at Deutsche Bank, London office. He reunited with JW in Prague, and Cracow,
where the horrible polluted air blinded him.
In Budapest I obtained
the Austrian visa, where I needed a transit visa.
Then we travelled to
Kobentzl, overlooking Salzburg, talking about the global economy.

We even spent most of
our time down Salzburg city, taking pictures, and JW was teaching me economics,
how the world of development worked: finances, credit, interest. JP had more
faith in me than ever.

We continued our
journey to Munich, where we celebrated Oktoberfest with the locals in
Frankfurt.

 Next, I took the plane to Paris, from Munich,
to fly out to Bordeaux to meet the family, which invited me   to France. Jim had to go back to Los Angeles
to teach Fall Quarter, as always. He promised he would return for me soon.
After ten weeks in
Bordeaux, Jim came to visit me.
We met in Paris, and I
was refused asylum in France. The national security Bureau headed by a Gris guy
(security officer) was asking me weekly why was I keeping in touch with “The
American”, I quote.

 Finally, Jim returned for me. It was a very
wonderful fall, I Bordeaux, so we drove to see all the castles along the Loire
River.
The 1st
trip was to and along the river of LOIRE; we left in September, and came back
in December. Then we went to Paris, and visited the Versailles, Champs Elysee,
the Montmartre, and Montparnasse. We had everything to ourselves, and then we
went to Marseille, listening to the Pastorales, and day-dreaming through the beautiful
green lands of France.

In Marseille we stayed
at the Sofitel, JW was overlooking the Bay, into the icy cold town. And we went
to the COTE Azure. We stayed at Hotel Welcome. Then rode over the serpentined Cornish
roads, overlooking the Mediterranean, Cap Ferrat, and Monaco. Then JW had to
fly out to teach again, and I flew back to Bordeaux, where I took numerous
courses in European Union Regulations for the environment, and sustainability.


In Cancún, at the tiny
Iguana conservationist group

Life In Bordeaux France, 1991

Life with the nuns in
Bordeaux, France, in the city of Red Wines, was finally very healing and I was
in excellent health. The mother superior took me to Toulouse Lautrec’s castle,
and we swam in the Atlantic ocean. I cooked for myself and studied Elitelore
and Folklore at Université De Michelle de Montaigne, one block away from my
Doctrine Chretiéne.
I was feeling very
safe with the Nuns. Jim was calling me daily, checking up on me and my health. Then
I flew to meet Jim in NICE, in 1992.
It was now another
beautiful stay at WELCOME hotel overlooking the ocean, in a stupendous pictorial
town called Beaulieu sur Mer. At the Welcome Hotel, right across from the ocean
scene, I saw the boats coming up and down to the port.

Jim came back 10 weeks
later. The second time we travelled to Carcassonne, a fortified city, through Andorra
(a gambling center, in the Pyrenees’). The Principality of Andorra was rich and
ostentatious with baroque buildings.  And
La Rochelle, a beautiful Bay, nested in the mountains.
Then entered into
Spain, toward Madrid, and stayed at Hotel Paris for a week, in the center of
Madrid.
 Here we enjoyed eating the charales in the main plaza. Best snack I
ever had in Spain, tiny delicious fish would make us feel satiety in a few minutes.
We found charales in Morelia later in 1995.


We visited stupendous
Toledo, the town of knives, which we left behind in late September, and then headed
to the town of Trujillo. In Trujillo we went and took pictures while walking on
the red roofs of houses, perfectly lined up for me to walk. I took great that I
was free and nobody minded my business. Jim and I, we were only taking care of
one another.
We went up to the Devil’s
Throat (a town deep in a canyon, tucked into the mountains where a monastery is
nested) to continue up in the mountains, and then went down to a walled town of
Avila, to Trujillo, and continued to Madrid. We stayed at Paris Hotel in the
heart of the capital, and listened to the powerful bells of the Catholic church
in front of us. The sounds of the Church bell were strong, and it reverberated
in my vertebrae.

Then we headed toward
El Escorial, the monastery, and then JW flew out of Madrid. I took the plane to
France, and in Bordeaux I joined the nuns again, and continued my studies of
Folklore at the University of Bordeaux, where I was writing about the mythical
Lilith.

To paint it in a
picture of words, I am flashing out the pageant, of that most extraordinary beautiful
Catholic Church, as we went down from La Rochelle, along the clean river, where
we called to make reservations in a pretty tiny hotel, ahead and we found a
room with a high ceiling warm and cozy.

Out of many, Switzerland
is my favorite European country; the majestic mountains and the rivers
impressed me.
Monte Rosa’s Peak and
Matterhorn were absolutely fabulous, left us breathless, and the chalet
Michabell was looking down onto Italy. The view out of the window was that of
Matterhorn mountain in Zermatt, a pretty town.
We then went out to
Monte Rosa, a majestic chain of snow-covered Mountain of rare beauty.
I enjoyed the lovely
scenery in Luzern, and Interlaken, with the beautiful lake with little bridges
leading up to the center, all dressed up in geranium flowers. Multicolored geraniums
flowers were hanging out from each houses’ window. The beautiful trip is to go
up on a chairlift (telefericul) to wheel you up over the meadows, seeing cattle
and, magnificent glorious view of the Swiss Mountains, and the peaks. It is a
very gentle and slow trip.


At the base of the
Matterhorn, in July 1994 we stayed at the very top, at the Gornergrat Hotel, in
a very solitary beautiful hotel. What a trip that was; and it gave me the
perspective to figure out my future plans.



The beauty of nature
and overdose of oxygen gave me clarity of mind.
I had in my mind’s
eye, planned out all my life during this lovely trip. I knew I exactly what I wanted.
I envisioned myself making research and taking my Doctoral degree at UCLA, in
Los Angeles in History.

We were moving ahead
with our travels and research. I decided I want to go to America with Jim. In
1991 in summer I left France for the United States, more specifically to Los Angeles
that is to UCLA, where I wanted to get my master’s degree in History.
In L.A. I witnessed
the 1992 riots. I was reading feverishly on how people have started burning
buses and cabs in East Los Angeles, as well as attacking and beating up white
people in the streets. The smoke and foul air was moving towards me in Marina
del Rey.

We found a lovely
hotel, Marina Del Rey, in Marina del Rey, where I stayed for a week, and we
looked for a place to live.
I have finally escaped
from the bad world into the good world. We loved each other so deeply.

I moved into Westwood
and enrolled into the UCLA’s Master program in summer 2004. I graduated soon
after in 2005, but no family was present, as my mother died of a heart attack,
and could never travel by plane.
I understood that I
never had good communication with anyone.




I was sensitive and
creative; and only Jim could appreciate me. These were my thoughts then when I
was 40.

Before enrolling at
UCLA, I had to visit my uncle Nicholas Lazin, who has fled to Hungary in 1947, after
the Wall was raised between the East and the West in Europe, and settled down
in Oshawa, Canada. He invited me many times to visit, Oshawa, in Toronto,
Canada. This trip I took in 1993, it was wintertime in Canada, and it was a
harsh experience staying there and getting accustomed again to cold weather. Coming
out of cold winters I spent in Transylvania, I was filled with rheumatism and
arthritis.
Cold weather just does
not work with me, it was as simple as that. I decided I never leave Los Angeles
ever again. My precious warm, sunny Los Angeles I have fallen in love with.

Discovering new Places And Peoples

It was a good feeling escaping
Ceausescu’s tyranny and discovering the hidden side of the word. I realized how
we lived in the dark and isolation from the world, and that there was better
climate in Mexico than in Romania; and one does not be the prisoner of their
own thoughts and limited spirit of the others, living the same nightmare, as I
did back in Romania.
I know the nuns in
Bordeaux were free spirits and happy women, with a great sense of humor
especially the Mother Superior. We even visited Toulouse Lautrec’s castle, and
spent time on the beach where the Atlantic Ocean met the Pacific Ocean. I had
spent unforgettable moments of discovery, and fraternization with the nuns.

Because I have entered
the Mexican state, in order to see the pyramids first, I tried to find a place
to live also in Mexico, and I have selected a place called El Bosque del
Secreto, but it did not work out. The air is too polluted in Teotihuacan, and
around Mexico D.F. that I only visited the Pyramid of the Sun, and the pyramid
of the Moon, and hurried to find a nice place. When I finally found the house
surrounded by beautiful red bougambillas, I realized it was too isolated from
town, without a car, far from the market, in one word, I felt it was not really
feasible.

As all ironies are
happening, when I arrived to L.A., the riots were in progress.
I was settling in
marina del Rey. Then I left again to Toronto to see my uncle Nicholas, and
cousin Caroline Lazin. I started teaching History pretty soon, when I returned
to UCLA.
After 2
years in the Doctoral Program in History at UCLA, I graduated in 2001, in
January. After graduation I have published my Doctoral thesis, and a second
book on the bright and dark sides of

Globalization
with Dr James W Wilkie, Professor at UCLA. Our books are widely read around the
world and are used to teach Courses at College and University levels.

After
9/11 the whole world has changed. And this will be the topic for another book.
A book in which I will investigate what has changed exactly in these 22 years
in Los Angeles, and how change has impacted us. Why are we missing those good
things of the past, as a collective. That is the collective memory I garnered.


OR


After 9/11 the whole
world has changed. And this will be the topic for another book. A book in which
I will investigate what has changed exactly in these 22 years, and how. Why are
we missing those things, customs of the region of Transylvania, as a collective.
That is the collective memory I cherish most.


At UCLA, with my
students in History, 2014






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After 2
years in the Doctoral Program in History at UCLA, I graduated in 2001, in
January. After graduation I have published my Doctoral thesis, and a second
book on the bright and dark sides of Globalization with Dr James W Wilkie,
Professor at UCLA. Our books are widely read around the world and are used to
teach Courses at College and University levels. To get the books we have
written together with James Wilkie, download them form:

After
9/11 the whole world has changed. And this will be the topic for another book.
A book in which I will investigate what has changed exactly in these 22 years
in Los Angeles, and how change has impacted us. Why are we missing those good
things of the past, as a collective. That is the collective memory.









               Doing Yoga, in Cancun.
                    I have volunteered 200 hours with MADD in
2015.



After volunteering
at MADD, for 200 hours, I started working with Edward Olmos

       
(film-director in Hollywood)
       The
Russians, having been directing Romanian politicians since 1945, pressured the Romanians
to dig useless trenches as well as learn to disassemble and assemble the AK47!
The atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Restrictions were plentiful and absurd.
Speech was not free; one couldn’t discuss issues freely in class, or make any
real analysis or debate. One had to regurgitate what the professors were
telling us. Modern economics led by and read whatever was there in the old
books stacked in the communist library. Until I escaped Romania in 1992, I
learned that the so-called economics classes we took taught nothing about
money, credit, and such terms as GDP. The Marxist economics involved only fuzzy
nonsensical slogans such as “We Romanians have to fight-off the ‘running dogs
of capitalism,” without the word “capitalism” ever being defined except in
unrealistic theory laced with epithets

Even as an English
major, I could not speak with to foreigners in English --answering one question
was a crime, according to the tendentious Security Decrees. Abortion was a
crime punishable for up to 20 years in prison. Doctors performing it ended up
in jail, and so did the pregnant women. Punishments were ridiculous—the
Anti-Abortion Law lasted for 40 years, until 1990. Furthermore if my uncle from
Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire family. Even
today, in 2016 one has to report to the police to declare if any visitor of
family comes from the USA (or Canada, for some bizarre security reason). Well
after 25 years, not much has changed in poor Romania. The influence of recent
Romanian history.

 In the meantime, the History of Transylvania
weighed heavily on population of Romania, with constant change in the emerging
political map always have left “citizens” always lost about who was really in
charge. Thus, Transylvania was originally part of the Dacia Kingdom between 82
BC until the Roman conquest in 106 AD. The capital of Dacia was destroyed by
the Romans, so that a new capital would serve the Roman Province of Dacia,
which lasted until 350 AD, by which time the Romans felt so hated that it
behooved them withdraw back to Rome. During the late 9th century, western
Transylvania was conquered by the Hungarian Army to later become part of the
Kingdom of Hungary and in 1570 to devolve into the Principality of
Transylvania. During most of the 16th and 17th centuries, the Principality
became an Ottoman Empire vassal state, confusingly also governed by the
Habsburg Empire. After 1711 Transylvania was consolidated solely into the Olga
Magdalena Lazín & Wilkie: (see historia, economía y elitelore 227 )Habsburg
Empire and Transylvanian princes were replaced with Habsburg imperial
governors. After 1867, Transylvania ceased to have separate status and was
incorporated into the Kingdom of Hungary as part of the Austro-Hungarian
Empire.6 After World War I, Transylvania reverted in 1918 to be part of
Romania. In 1940 Northern Transylvania again became governed by Hungary and
then Germany, but Romanian queen Maria successfully reclaimed it after the end
of World War II. The year 1940 was important for Romania because if was seized
for its oil by Nazi Germany (1940-1944), “liberated” by the “Soviet Union”
(1944-1947), and finally “re-liberated” to become the Popular republic of
Romania (under USSR remote control), as the Cold War was beginning to freeze the
Iron Curtain into place. At the end of World War II while the USSR and its Red
Army were the occupying powers in all Romania, in 1947 Romania forcibly and
ironically became a “People’s Republic” (1947–1989), after the rise of the Iron
Curtain. The first “president,” Gheorghiu-Dej (1947) ruled as puppet of Moscow,
but when he died, his Secretary General of the Communist Party of Romania,
Nicolae Ceausescu, was elected as the second “president” (1965-1989), shifting
his savage dictatorship into a harsher Romanian “Gulag” than known in the USSR.
For two decades I neither understood the dimensions of tragic history of
Transylvania, did I understand that I would have to escape the Gulag of Romania
by the “skin of my teeth.” For peoples of the world Transylvania seems to be a
far away place, where most people know the werewolves and vampires have been
“seen” to in the imagination of Transylvanians, whose beliefs was soaked in
mystical folklore. Even today it is hardly possible to have a rational 6 This
Empire existed between 1867 and 1918. Olga Magdalena Lazín Wilkie: historia,
economía y elitelore 228 conversation with most the Transylvanian folk on any
subject without recourse to try to understand where their distorted imagination
has befuddled them. The population has consisted of Romanians, Hungarians,
Germans, and some Ukrainians. These languages are still being spoken in
Romania’s Maramures province, but because I always liked and loved the Romanian
language, I decided to become a Professor of Romanian Language and Literature.
My backdrop to the fall of CEAUSESCU I later told Jim how I had been admitted
in 1982 to the BabesBolyai University, in Cluj-Napoca at the heart of
Transylvania, I focused especially on Linguistics. Unfortunately, there I found
that the professors, who were under the control of sweaty Securitate officers,
had to read dozens of new Decrees issued every day as they sought to control
every one of our daily actions—all in the name of protecting the Ceausescu
government—which was selling the country’s food supplies to Russia in order to
pay down Roman’s official debt at our experts. Those Securitate officers ate
well and ominously watched us virtually starve.

They said, be calm
like your parents in the face of starvation. Thus, I furiously called out in my
classes that our very existence was being compromised by Ceausescu's
abandonment of the population, which was ordered to, as Lenin famously said,
“work, work, and work.” To protect myself as best I could, I turned to humor,
seeking to ridicule Ceausescu’s “national paradise.” But when I encouraged my
classmates to laugh at the propaganda embedded in the wooden language of the
national bureaucracy, I soon fell under the heavy scrutiny of university
authorities, who were furious that I trying to expose the fact Olga Magdalena
Lazín Wilkie: historia, economía y elitelore 229 that all classes had been
organized to befuddle the student body into confused submission. Indeed, each
professor had favorite students to help drown out legitimate questions and
stifle any competing analysis—the university lived under nepotism, favoritism,
the threat of rape (virtual and real) by the Securitate officers, and open
bribery--choose your garden variety. My 1986 flight from Romania backfires by
1986, at age 23, I had decided to flee Romania—an illegal act because Ceausescu
did not want anyone (especially women of childbearing age) to escape his plan
to building his “ideal socialist industries” on farms and ranches as well as in
the cities. In June I made my way to the border of Yugoslavia and paid a
smuggler to evade the Romanian security forces that were preventing the
“nations workers” from escaping. The smuggler, who took me across the border,
turned out to be working for Romanian Border Police. Thus, soon after crossing
into Yugoslavia, he turned his wagon around and I was again in Romania again
when I realized what had happened too late. I had been “sold” to Ceausescu’s
minions for a wagonload of salt. That failed escape from Romania led me to a
10-month prison sentence in Timisoara Prison, wherein the block cells were
maintained so cold (supposedly to eliminate bacteria and viruses) that it made
all of us inmates sick with the cold and the flu. Cell bed blankets were less
warm than one Kleenex tissue. Moreover there were no pillow, and the concrete
slab where inmates slept was a back-breaker. The lights were on 24 hours a day,
blinding all of us, and there was constant observation. Every hour one was
awakened to be counted for, and sneaking up on people, under the guise of
watching out Olga Magdalena Lazín Wilkie: historia, economía y elitelore 230
for suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by the guards, and there was
no need to sleep-deprive inmates. There was also someone in the higher echelon
ripping off the food budget to siphon money to themselves while serving inmates
only baby carrots and spicy beans. Almost every family in Romanian civil
society had at least one member who had been imprisoned for trying to open the
political system by denouncing the Ceausescu dictatorship. These inmates were
openly called “Political Prisoners,” and I was one of them. Political Prisoners
were not permitted to work outside the prison walls in the fields because our
crime had been the political decision to repudiate Ceausescu’s “fantastic
system.” Out of prison in 1987 and open to change in the air Once free in 1987,
I could return to my University to finally complete my M.A. in 1990. Further in
1987, at the age of 24, I met the Family patriarch Nicolae Pipas,7 who directed
for the Communist government the walled Regional Art Museum in a quiet part of
Sighet. Being one of the few highly educated persons who spoke English in the
region, I began to serve as interpreter/guide to visiting foreign Ambassadors
permitted to travel in Romania. They wanted to see the Museum with its
magnificent collection of paintings, sculptures, and rare historical pottery
and coins. Thus, I soon found myself translating for visiting English-Speaking
Ambassadors from many countries who wished to know Transylvania, especially my
village Sighet and its Merry Cemetery famous worldwide 7 Upon Ceausescu’s
death, the Patriarch Pipas mysteriously became the Museum’s “owner” and then
transferred title to his son Valerian Pipas, the regions most famous violinist.
Olga Magdalena Lazín Wilkie: historia, economía y elitelore 231 for it
tombstones in the form of wood sculpture of the butcher, the baker, candlestick
maker, and all professions. Although my first languages were Romanian and
Hungarian, I could also translate into French and Italian. Indeed at that time
I was teaching Latin in the Rural School System of my Maramures Province. By
1989, Ceausescu realized that his end was near, and he sought to gain support
by pardoning his political prisoners (such as myself) who had tried to escape
the horrendous conditions in the country. Hence, university students and some
labor unions joined forces and quite quickly after the fall of the Berlin Wall
forced Ceausescu and his draconian wife Elena to flee. They were caught and
executed on Christmas Day, 1989, by the military that at the last moment joined
the Revolution. As my friends and I (along with most of the population) cheered
the fall of the failed, rotten Romanian “dictatorship of the proletariat,” my
dear mother acted differently. She was so confused by the propaganda of the
only “leader” she knew much about that she wept for Ceausescu, not fully
realizing that he was the one who had wrongly had be arrested and put me in
prison.

My book cover
conceived in 1991. Caring for the environment.

Before we left Paris
on December 19, 1991, we met with Gérard Chaliand to personally thank him for
having made the Bordeaux Security agent reexamine his whole approach to his
life. Further, with Gérard, we worked out a plan to arrange for me to become a
U.S. resident and obtain U.S. citizenship nine years after my arrival in Los
Angeles, October 1992. He recommended that my case by handled in In Los Angeles
by one of America’s most knowledgeable and effective Migration Attorneys—Cynthia
Juárez Lange, today Managing Partner, Northern California, for the Fragomen Del
Rey, Bernsen & Loewy LLP Legal Office located in San Francisco. Cynthia is
a personable genius. In our travels in December 1991 and from March to June 1992
we met NPPO leaders in the European Union to better understand how foundations
work under unique laws in each county rather than in any rational manner for
the whole EU, we went to Marseilles, Nice, Villfranche-sur-Mer, Cap-Ferrat,
Monaco, La Rochelle, Andorra, Sevilla,

Madrid, Trujillo, El
Escorial, Avila, Navarro, and Segovia. On September 3. 1992, we arrived at the
U.S. Consulate in Paris, where the U.S Consulate in Mexico had arranged with
Jim for my U.S. eligibility for residence to be issued. Also, the Mexican
Consulate General in Paris issued me my residence papers to enter and leave
Mexico freely, as arranged by Jim with the Mexican Consular Office in Mexico
City. his profits ($13 billon) for their activities, his personal wealth in
2016 estimated to be $25 billion. See
https://www.opensocietyfoundations.org/about/expenditures Also, for the details
of Soros $930.7 million dollar Open Society Foundations 2016 Budget, which can
be found by searching online for this title.



By September 7, 1992,
we were in Romania for meetings with Civic Activists in Sighet (where I finally
returned after “escaped” with Jim in December 1991). From March to June 1993,
we met with NPPO leaders in Budapest, Sighet, and Varna (Bulgaria), Bucharest,
and St. Petersburg. In Moscow (June 21-14, 1993), Jim appointed Professor Boris
Koval (Director of the Latin American Institute of the Russian Academy of
Sciences), to be PROFMEX Representative in Russia. Koval had invited us to
Moscow and introduced us to his own Security Chief to be our translator and
guide. Thus the freaking Security Chief was a fascinating person who had been
former head of the KGB Office in Iran, 1979-1989. Jim, who always wore his
Mexican guayabera shirt with or without a suit, was seen to be “authentically
Mexican”.
Starting in 2012,
Putin has reset the Cold War with the United States.  Now I am finally enjoying some distancing from
Eastern Europe and realize freedom was worth all the risks I took, to establish
myself and live in the United States, where I have found safety.
Our Books and work has shown how U.S. Tax
Exempt Organization (TEO) Iaw has evolved to become the most important in the world
owing
to its flexibility. Where the laws of most
countries require prior legal authorization to launch in a new direction, U.S.
TEO law recognizes no such limit. Thus, U.S. TEO law, unlike most other
countries, is never trying to make legal what is already underway in the world.

In developing a way to translate the U.S.
legal framework in a standard way for this era of Globalization, I hope that
this work offers a basis for others to advance their own analysis of the issues
presented here.
The work is organized to examine the
traditional U.S. Centralized Model as developed for world philanthropy by
the Rockefeller foundation early this century. The most important variation is
the Decentralized Model established under U.S. Tax lax by the Hungarian-born
George Soros, who has set up National Boards to direct their own destiny in 31
countries.

Recently three new models have surfaced, and they are
examined briefly in the other book, in this series: Dr Olgas Dream Come True.
P.S. Vampirism continues
anabashed in Maramures County. Good Romanians are trying to root out co-
rruption every day. The
same scenario is going on here in the United States with Trumpism; the voyage
continues.











     [i]
More on diversity of cultures in Transylvania:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_Transylvania


              I finally had the chance to leave the
country when an execution squad shot Nicolae C. in 1989.
      Obtaining
visas to western countries was extremely hard in 1990, right after Ceausescu
was shot. I convinced my then-husband Valerian Pipas to come with me to  Bucharest and arrange for visas for France. I
also needed transit visas through Austria



     
                      
[iii]Ceaușescu” is the non-modern
spelling of the name.


               [iv]
This Empire existed between 1867 and 1918.

       


As
in the case of Oceania always being threatened by eternal war alternating
between Eurasia or East Asia,
Portrayed in George Orwell’s 1984.Cf.
my article “Orwell’s 1984 and
the Case Studies of Stalin and Ceausescu
in Elitelore Varieties (Edited by James Wilkie et al.): http://elitelore.org/Capitulos/cap16_elitelore.pdf



            [vii] COMECON
(Council for Mutual Economic Assistance) dates from the January 1949
communiqué agreed upon in
             Moscow by the USSR


[viii]
This Empire existed between 1867 and 1918.

       [ix]
Upon Ceausescu’s death, the
Patriarch Pipas mysteriously became the Museum’s “owner” and
then transferred title to his son Valerian Pipas. The
family died out in 2016 of alcoholism.


[x] “Czechia” is rarely used in English because native
English speakers too often do not know
intuitively know how to pronounce
 it. The name
Czechia has arisen as the short name for the Czech
Republic, which emerged with the breakup of “Czechoslovakia”     in 1992. 
 


[xi] Jim soon arranged for the contract to be paid from his grant
funds from U.S. foundations deposited for his projects at
UCLA.


    [xii]
See (A) my 2001 Decentralized
Globalization: Free Markets, U.S. Foundations, and the Rise of Civil and Civic
Society from Rockefeller’s Rise in Latin America
    Eastern Europe (Los Angeles: UCLA Classic Doctoral Thesis) at http://www.profmex.org/webjournal_listedbyvoldat.html 
    (B) Olga
Magdalena Lazín, La Globalización Se
Descentraliza: Libre Mercado, Fundaciones, Sociedad Cívica y Gobierno Civil en
las Regiones del Mundo,
Prólogo
   or James W.
Wilkie (Guadalajara y Los Ángeles:
Universidad de Guadalajara, UCLA Program on Mexico, PROFMEX/World, Casa Juan
Pablos Centro Cultural, 2007).   
    James W. Wilkie
y Olga Magdalena Lazín, La globalización Se Amplia: Claroscuros de los Nexos
Globales  (Guadalajara, Los Ángeles, México:Guadalajara,
  UCLA Program on
Mexico, PROFMEX/World, Casa Juan Pablos Centro Cultural, 2011:        h
ttp://www.profmex.org/mexicoandtheworld/volume17/2spring2012/Laglobalizacionseamplia.pdf
                    



      [xiii]
Readers
should be aware of a key acronym used when this paper reaches
    the 1990s: NPPO stands for Not-for-Private
Profit Organization
(usually
    a
Foundation) which differs from the more familiar (Non-Profit
  
Organization (NPO). Outside the United States, the latter term tends to
  
be wrongly understood to mean no profit be accumulated and the NPO must
   
show a zero balance at year end. The former term (NPPO) is developed
  
here to stress that profits may be accumulated and invested to fund
  
future activities, as long as expenditures do not benefit private
parties
   
(except for salaries, travel, and other justified expenses as provided
in,



         [xiv]
Mexico’s National Lottery is a
Government-run Public Charity and funder of new research.

 
            [xv] The
Lottery grants to PROFMEX totaled $100,000 dollars.

      [xvi] Jim
Wilkie’s statement here is quoted from my formal Interview with him, September
17, 1992, in Transylvania, based upon his experience as Consultant to the U.S.
Council on Foundations. See:
             Olga Magdalena Lazín, Decentralized Globalization: Free Markets,
       U.S.
Foundations and the Rise of Civil and Civic Society From Rockefeller’s Latin
America To Soros’ Eastern Europe
(Los
        Angeles:
UCLA, Classic PHD thesis, 2001), pp. 122-125. This book was
published in 2016 by PROFMEX, and it can be read freely at
http://www.profmex.org/webjournal_listedbyvoldat.html

“Equivalent,” as Jim noted, means that the foreign NPPO
meets (A) the test of funding at least one of the following goals” for types of
projects supported Health-Education-Welfare-Human
Rights-Science and Religion-Economy-Environment-Ecology-Publication-Literature-Charity
;
and (B) meets the test that no part of the foreign NPPOs expenditures benefit
private persons-- except for payment of reasonable expenses to cover salaries,
services, and goods needed by the NPPO to legitimately conduct the operations
chartered in its Articles of Incorporation and By-Laws.



          [xviii]Administered
by NGO Civic Activists in each country but reporting to Soros Foundation/New
York City to justify each yearly budget.


[xix] The Soros Open Society Foundations in 44 countries
benefit from the fact that Soros himself has lived up to his commitment
since1986 (to 2016 and ongoing) to donate half of his profits ($13 billon) for
their activities, his personal wealth in 2016 estimated to be $25 billion. See
https://www.opensocietyfoundations.org/about/expenditures


Ibid.
Also, for the details of Soros
$930.7 million dollar Open Society
Foundations 2016 Budget,
which can be found by        searching  online for this title.





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Read Part One of “George Soros’ Romanian Ghosts.” Part Two explains how Soros-funded NGOs and their Western allies in government push for revolution in Eastern Europe. Part Three shows how Romanian activist “ghosts” became a threat to civil liberties and undermined their nation’s sovereignty.
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