Muie, Ponta!

*In Romanian the word “Muie” means “blowjob” but it is used in the same context as “Fuck you!”

It is the evening of 16 to 17 November 2014. It’s the end of the second round of presidential elections. There are two candidates: Klaus Johannis and Victor Ponta, the current prime minister. After the first round Ponta was leading and all opinion polls and the overwhelming majority of media presented him as having more chances also in the second round.

In the first round, in diaspora, thousands of people were unable to vote due to the small number of polling stations. Dozens of films with people waiting in vain in endless lines have filled the facebook, and have been taken over by televisions. On the internet, specifically on facebook, it’s a general mobilization against Ponta. Election fraud is discussed by obstructing the vote of those in diaspora. In many Romanian cities the world has already come out in the street. The election result is unknown but rumors say that there might be a surprise.

It’s 20.30. At 21.00 the voting process will end.

I’m watching on TV as the minutes pass by. On DIGI 24 the journalists seem impartial. It’s like New Year’s Eve and I’m waiting for the year to change, this is the feeling.

I’m switching on Antena 3, to see what these have to say. Mihai Gadea is preaching about how important today is. He seems scared and urges people to vote. Mircea Badea is reading something on his mobile and lookes up black angered. He takes the microphone and says he was disappointed anyway, after the first round of elections. I’m starting to catch that there’s something wrong. It’s old tactics for Badea, one of the best (sau most agile) manipulators of television: if things start stinking, he becomes hurt and starts being individualist.

*Both Mihai Gadea and Mircea Badea are TV entertainers.

I get dressed to go out in the street. There are about ten more minutes, I still can’t believe Iohannis is beating Ponta. I’m still on Antena 3, here the people are so strange that I can not take my eyes off them. They look like they’ve all been fired.

Gadea is saying they already have the results, shares some papers and makes a remark on how closely related is the score. Badea is pretending he doesn’t know if the results contain the Diaspora ballots or not.
It’s 21.00.

On  Antena 3, Ponta is the winner, on DIGI, Johannis is winning. What the fuck? I switch on Realitatea, those have averaged and it’s fifty-fifty. Gadea’s face is white. Badea’s face is green of upset,he tries a joke but it hurts so much that he can’t laugh. Gadea is trying to be serious so people couldn’t see that he is desperate but to no good, he is perspiring pain through every pore. It is a general agony on the set of Antena 3.

I’m rushing at my girlfriend:

– Come on, Iohannis won! Let’s go to the University!

– Hooray!

She is with Johannis. I am with the camera, an apolitical atheist.

In five minutes we arrive at Cocor Shopping Mall and leave the car. We hurry to the University. Here, about 50 twitchy young guys. One sees me staring after subjects and indicates: Kisseleff Boulevard. We take the subway to Victoria station. When we go out, the market is full of gendarmes but nothing happens.

We hear the wishes on Kiseleff:

– Muie Ponta! Muie Ponta! Muie Ponta!

Barren, deep, hard, with a break between words.

We get there. All are young. Among them, several people over 50 years.

– Get out, ordinary Ponta!

The crowd stops in  Victoriei Square, where they take a break.

– Antena 3, the punks. Antena 3, the punks. Antena 3, the punks.

We leave to the University. There is a crowd, thousands of young people. I’m going faster than all, with my girlfriend’s hand in mine. She’s chanting along with the others. I’m swearing while adjusting the camera. I didn’t take the right lens, that’s it, I’ll handle with this one.

-Ponta, resign! Ponta, resign! Ponta, resign!

The screams of the crowd are accompanied by car horns.

– Down with Ponta! Down with Ponta! Down with Ponta!

We stop right in the middle of Romana Square. I photograph in both directions. Towards the University and Victoria Square there are as many people as the eye can reach.

– Down with the communists! Down with the communists! Down with the communists!

– You can not steal as much as we can vote!

– Di-as-po-ra! Di-as-po-ra! Di-as-po-ra!

We arrive at the University. A man with a strange haircut and a flag in his hand is perched on the statue in front of the National Theatre. I take pictures of him. A young man is scolding me:

– Fuck him, he’s changing his political orientation just like he’s waving the flag. He’ll get down and he won’t get home on his feet.

– Really? I didn’t know.

– Who are you taking pictures for?

– For me.

He looks at me incredulously. I’m getting to my photography.

– Ponta, don’t forget, Romania doesn’t want you! Ponta don’t forget, Romania doesn’t want you!

– Ceausescu never died, he’s Ponta transvestite! Ceausescu never died, he’s Ponta transvestite!

– PSD the red plague! PSD the red plague! PSD the red plague!

– Da-ci-a-na, my love, my love, my love!

*Daciana is the prime minister Victor Ponta’s wife.

* Ceausescu was the last Romanian communist leader, the country’s head of state from 1967 to 1989.

There’s a rumour that Johannis is coming to the University Square.

– Io-han-nis! Io-han-nis! Io-han-nis!

It gets very crowdy, and I catch a snapshot and decide to go to the car and then to leave home.

In the background, the crowd still has energy:

– Muie Ponta, muie Ponta! Ehe! Ehe! Muie Ponta, muie Ponta! Ehe! Ehe!

If the first “muie” dedication of the day, that I’ve heard in Victoria square sounded threatening, like a thunder, the “ehe! ehe!” from the University, cried like a chorus, is transforming it into an acknowledgement.

It seems that, ultimately, the Romanians gave Ponta what they considered he’s worthing.

After the first round the percentage was: Victor Ponta 40,44%, Klaus Iohannis 30,37%. The final result of 2014 presidential election was: Klaus Iohannis 54,43%, Victor Ponta 45,56 %.

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