The city of the efforts

The President of the Cluj County Council, Alin Tișe, He published A viral message, in which he describes what he calls the « city of efforts » – a political reality in which decisions are not taken in view, but through backstage games and manipulations. Tișe does not give name, but the city seems to be Cluj-Napoca, led by Emil Boc.

We play the full message, entitled The city of the efforts – the city of those with crocodile stomach

We live in a fascinating country, with wonderful people. A place where there was a unique city. A place where people of character are less and less endangered. A place of those with « political stomach », so-called « crocodile stomach »!
Here, where information, rumors, but also orders are transmitted, there is a city with an imaginary name, but which is a reality that all those who believe are important and essential: « The city of the efforts ». His name is not defined somewhere, but he appears in each national crisis, in every debate with swollen eyes, in each strategy made behind closed doors. A city in which everything binds only with strings. Known only by snoring. Realities visible only to some, invisible to most others.
The efforts drawn in this fascinating city are diverse. From those drawn in the election campaigns, to the excuses of absolute bureaucratic power. There are also the insignificant ones, apparently innocent, but which are drawn around the truth until it disappears, it is totally transformed into fog and lie.
But not everyone can live here. Because the city of efforts is not for those with weak stomach. No, it is the city of those with « good stomach for politics », strong beings, adapted to the reality of the efforts, trained to digest scandals, betrayals, strategic silences, contracts with dubious annexes, expired promises and alternative realities. A stomach that eliminates hypocrisy but smiles. A stomach infected with lack of character!
In the city of the efforts, the center is occupied by the district of « puppets », where the leaders do not go alone, but are worn by others. They are told the speeches in discreet headphones and they are shown the direction with the fingers of others. There, the influence is not won, inherited or bought.
Then follows the neutral area, seemingly boring, but which, in reality, is the epicenter of manipulation. There are those who seem to not play, but they hold the dice. And yes, the dice are measured! Everyone who plays knows that. But they get to love these rules and they don’t even want to change them. They like both the misery and its smell.
At the edge, in the ghetto that wants to be clean, there are some idealists, soaked in cynicism. They are related to principles like fences considered in concrete, although in reality they are shit. In the city of efforts, the principles are like luxury toilet paper: expensive, decorative and rarely used.
A true political stomach recognizes the smell of power even among the smell of betrayal. He is trained not to regurgitate even when he swallows false news, toxic friends, criminal files or sessions to order. It is a-miracle organ, taught to turn any scandal into opportunity and any uncomfortable truth into a mere « alternative opinion ».
In the city of efforts, legends are not heroes, but « string shooters ». Stories are told about how one string, drawn at the right time, has shot down a government. Or how a simple whisper in an influential entourage has changed the destiny of a nation. And those who have survived for a while without losing their minds are revered. Not for what they did, but for what they knew and did not say!
The city of the efforts is a parable with a special, unique symbolism, but also a warning. Is endless. It is the place where the realities we experience are made, where the big decisions are made on small sheets and where the stomach dictates morality. Here, fiction is just a first draft of tomorrow’s news, and loyalty lasts exactly how useful it is.
It’s not the city of everyone, but it’s the city that decides for everyone!
And if you wonder where he is … listen!
The efforts are not seen, but they are heard. Like a political sigh. As a whisper in the backstage. Like a laugh that has no fun, but has power. In the city of the efforts, the truth does not come to light, but only those related to the end of the rope! In the city of efforts no one falls, all are drawn, raised or knotted according to interests. The truth is not interested, only who holds the invisible end of power!
Tomorrow, in the city of the efforts, there will be nothing more than a subtly modified resumption of today, but with other masks, the same scene and many rins invisible by dolls. And yet, our dream remains.
In the city of efforts, one day, maybe even tomorrow, a single thread could be broken and then the dolls will fall, the curtain will burn, and the silence will speak louder than any speech. And from the ashes of manipulation, maybe, maybe … could be born character, light and truth.