This word, always accompanied by the stemmed plastic folio, kept on popping up during the nineties. Of course, I know that it existed before. Ceauşescu also used to utter it. Projegts, as he used to say. But it seemed that during those days it was devoid of meaning. While, within the new Romanian society, it was going to finds its place, once with the assimilation of its position as finance tap. They say that with a project- which should be well organised, but I personally don?t believe in this type of things- one can get funds. Funds to support the Project. The funds are from various associations, foundations, societies, private individuals or corporate bodies, corporations, agencies, institutes and institutions, governmental or non-governmental organizations, trusts and other similar shit, which makes you wonder where they come from and where they go. Always obscure, represented by spokespersons with thin glasses and academic language, these strange human conglomerates feed the clumsy and fetid financial flow. They make money move. As if it were a baby you have to walk in the park in order not to yell in your ears.

One will always be able to pay some kind of jerk walking in front of God knows what Parliament residence in the world, naked and with a newspaper in his hand- making thus fun of the entire world of the press- but nobody will be able to solve the problem of the drinking-water in an African little town. And do you know why? Because there is no money. Well, if money moves, how the hell are you supposed to find it? It is a traveller. It travels. It quickly gets out of side, worming its way down the paths of the human lack of common sense.

Eventually- and I will explain to you why I did it- I accepted the challenge. We accepted taking part in the show on the Pite?ti phenomenon. I was saying that I was going to explain why? Well, we all did the singing bit because we really took great pleasure in doing it. At the time, I did-n?t even imagine the possibility of earning money from singing. On the other hand, if it were for these guys, you would give up everything which is not connected to business or arrangements. It would be enough for you to sing inside the house, yet, you know, there is that joy or pleasure of showing the others what you can do. What comes out of you. Mainly to friends. Then, to your friends? friends. And this is how you create your public. Moreover, when you create a new song you end up thinking about these people. That, how would they like it? Or this other one?

The respective evening, we arrived at the theatre two hours before the beginning of the show, as we had been asked to. A great fluster had taken over all those involved in creating the show. And that was simply because nothing had been settled. Not even the props were complete! Anyway, I don?t think that there was any idea able to guide the show and I realized that only when the director went outside, around the theatre looking through trash for various objects which could have appeared on stage. To complete the atmosphere?

This is how the props were in the last moment enriched with a barrow and a porcelain lavatory, abandoned God knows in what garbage bins. They had been given a quick wash, thus cleaning off the rust and the shit and afterwards they popped up on stage in order to plenary emphasise the self-centred atmosphere. ?The guys from Little Green Sleeves!?- ?Here we are? ??Come to the stage for a moment? Quickly!?