There is a story that haunted me for many years: the story of the black swan or, in another version, the story of the white wolf.
Once upon a time, there was a black swan in a group of white swans. They lived together since the beginning but one day the white swans gathered together and wanted to kill the black swan because it was different. Surprised by their attack, the black swan fought and then escaped, only to live the rest of its life away from the white swans. The story never says if the black swan finds another group of black swans (or just another black swan), or if it lives alone for the rest of its life, but the similar story of the white wolf says it does remain alone. The essential Romanian myth – Mioriţa – says the same story, but it ends in murder: the distinct individual – the best of the group – is killed. No wonder why Romania is in such a dire condition today… killing or excluding the best of us – or those who bring positive change – can only result in the overall degeneration or the stagnation of a nation.
There is a concept called the “workplace culture”. There is a local culture everywhere where there are groups of people, and this culture is defined by the general rules and values of the group. Some groups are creative, other groups are active, some are bureaucratic, some enjoy displaying a good image while being rotten on the inside, others prefer gossip, others prefer silence. Some groups are friendly and democratic, others enjoy having a boss that stresses everybody like hell. Some groups are indifferent, others are sadomasochistic. Some are focused on earning money by all means, others are obsessed with power… The idea is that the norm or the culture is the distinct “flavor” one feels quite rapidly when becoming part of the group. And, if the personal values of the new individual are different from the ones that are common to the group, that individual will be rejected or will be made to leave by his own choice.
My country has killed pretty much all its black swans. Or it has expelled them abroad. Millions and millions of black swans are scattered all over the world, making nests far away from their homeland. It is a demographic disaster nobody is talking about. It is not normal to lose so many people. It’s a bleeding that still continues today; the new generation in schools and high-schools and universities is preparing for a life abroad from the first moment it enters training. Nobody wants to remain; nobody who is mentally sane and not brainwashed or completely delusional.
I do not think that one must weep for Romania. This country deserves everything that is happening to it. I believe that the black swans are under no obligation to come back and help to rebuild the damage caused by the white swans. I believe that the white swans are happy (or they should) with what they have created and should end up facing the consequences of their decisions and actions. Saving, rescuing, helping, supporting those white swans makes the continuation of this vicious game possible. My opinion is that the entire situation should be let to explode in thousands of pieces, the resulting disaster serving as a tough historical lesson to be learnt by many generations to come: the story of how a country managed to self-destruct by itself following decaying myths it should have abandoned long time ago.
I was once a black swan. I still am. I cannot change. I tried. I failed. And I see that it is impossible for me to build a nest here, in my homeland. I am surrounded by white swans sabotaging me ingeniously, making me to wish to fly away from their land, as if their land would not also be my very own land. The majority has decided and the sentence has been inaudibly spoken out. The assassins have been summoned and sent. The poison is served each workday. The psychological confrontation makes my health decline.
The really big question is this: What if I am truly the last black swan left in these lands? And what if I am the one to switch off the light, causing everything to fall behind me, like that last brick that helps the wall to stay still?