Perseverance. It must have been around 1996 when a very early phone call woke me of my sleep. I was thinking who the hell is taking the mickey at me so early in the morning? It did-n?t sound like Jean?s voice, even less like Adi?s. These were the boys in my band and we used to pull each other?s leg in such a way.

Hear this, with Mister Călin Torsan, please? Mister? Yes? That?s me? Who am I talking to? This last question of mine triggered an unimaginably long verbal triad. I was silent, listening, scratching with my right hand, deeply stuck in my sport trousers, cursing. The gentleman on the phone, because he was really a gentleman, kept on explaining to me something about the Piteşti phenomenon. Yet, I had only heard about the Mudava phenomenon. I used to read about him in Păunescu?s Flacăra magazine. He was one of those healers?

The voice I was hearing in the receiver kept on saying that if you also want to take part, because I don?t know who directs the show, that I don?t know what senior citizens will come, there will be knot-shaped bread and wine, that everything is being sheltered by Ion Creangă Theatre in Amzei Marketplace. I hadn?t heard about that in my life either. Anyway, I hadn?t been to the theatre since I was a child, since they used to take us from school to }ăndărică. There is only one problem. We have no money because nobody backed us up. We are doing it out of a human drive, for these people who have suffered so much. Who do you think that takes up such actions for the Romanians? That?s why we thought that your band would be the most appropriate to?

I kept on hearing that no-money thing all the years I spent playing the whistle. As if you can tell one who comes to your house to make a chair or fix a pipe, you know, pal, we don?t really have money, but we?ll sort something out. And to make matters worse there is enough money in this show business. Only for artists there isn?t. There is so much money laundered- you learn who does it and why- that not even the babies? arses haven?t been so well washed in this world. Anyway, the event will also echo in the press and I think it would be good for your band to?

To what, mate? To what? This is another thing which drives me nuts. I go crazy when I hear about something echoing in the press. I foam at the mouth when I hear the word event.

Or project. I puke my eyes out when I hear project. I puke over this entire cesspool full of impotent creepers who stick to an idea like glue, an idea that they squeeze out like a lemon into all types of projects-a word uttered in full mouth, as if during the Logopedics class: prOjects.

Fuller. As if you had an egg in your mouth. That?s it? Well done! PrOOjects.