The heat inside was so intense that somebody opened wide the apartment’s door. From where I was surrounded by our sisters, I could see directly outside. A few children were playing on the sidewalk. It was getting dark and we had to leave. The next morning we were not distributing Bibles. The communist agents had let us know that they would take us to see some construction sites, and then we would visit an island. We gave hugs to every one in that small church and departed weeping again.
The next day we left the big city and followed the white car for about half an hour. At one point we turned from the main road onto a deserted route guarded by big tress on both sides. That reminded me of the trips we took from Romania to the Republic of Moldavia where, from the border to the capital Chisinau, we didn’t see towns or villages. Somebody may think that was because the road was a freeway, to help people get quickly to their destination. But that wasn’t the case. We were told that when Republic of Moldavia was part of Russia (Union of Soviet Socialist Republics,) the Russian communists didn’t want foreigners to drive through their towns and villages, and connect with the people. They built the road from the border to go directly to Chisinau. Trees and thickets of bushes shielded the road, and no eye could see what was going on on the other side.
The scenery around us was a large field, and we couldn’t spot any construction. The white car stopped and the two agents came out and lit their cigarettes. We joined them, looking around. One of the men made a sign with his hand to follow them. We left the green patch and walked on a narrow path to a place where some machine had worked the dirt. It was an immense portion where was nothing. One of the agents started to show us portions of that place where they would build something. I had no idea what he was talking about. We stood there for a while to listen to the whole description, and then we strolled the edge of that land up and down, shadowing the two agents. I had to confess, I didn’t understand why we had to be there for such a long time and see nothing, but I knew that was an important moment for our hosts.
The Chinese government invested enormous resources to build gigantic edifices on specific areas of their land.
In 1984, the dictator Ceausescu in Romania started the construction of the People’s House (the Parliament Palace today) in Bucharest. His tremendous megalomania planned to make a building as big as the Pentagon. It came to be the second in the world. According to colonel Nicolae Kovacs, the man who was in charge with the secret site of the construction, there were seven levels underground, and 5,000 rooms. The last level was Ceausescu’s fallout bunker, with 5 feet thick walls, and connected underground by tunnels 12 miles long to take him to 7 areas of the capital, including the airport. Between 10, 000 and 20,000 of builders, most of them soldiers, worked on that construction. Many died in accidents, and even more disappeared after finishing particular secret areas of the building.
Our translator kept giving us the details about the construction area and we listened as the men of the government took turns to impress us. After a while, we were happy to get back in our car and head on to the island.
That impressed me.
-To be continued-
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