I met Nicusor several times, and I saw he behaved in a normal and quite respectful way. He was to come to the Culture House of the 2^nd District, and they hadn?t prepared a thing for the New Year party. Nicu was national secretary of the UCY. I was also there, since I worked at the Institute for Electronic Research and we were in charge of the design. We had to prepare everything in one night, and there were endless discussions and fights as to how to decorate and prepare and all? From what they said about him, I expected the worse? But he seemed to me more reasonable than those who were freaking out there. They said a lot?

Another story: there was a bridge contest in Piatra Neamt and they went by car and the car ran out of fuel. Nicolae Ceausescu?s son ran out of fuel! He then started to think of some solution, what they should do to take the train, and see what connections there were? Things were solved after all, but he didn?t go anywhere to say I am such and such, I need some fuel. He was working out what train to catch? And we?re talking about Valentin Ceausescu, the prince of the country, right? If I were him, I?d go and put my hand in some throat, give me the gas, mother fucker! Big deal, ha? 20 liters of gas wasn?t much, no one would be hurt, anyway they had plenty of supplies, no one would suffer. But it was the others that went and got the gas, not him. (C. M., 142)

The rumor was that Nicusor had run over someone and killed him. He was drunk. (111)

Someone told me how he once happened to have a glass of brandy with Andruta, Ceausescu?s father. The old man was a normal person, he even said names about his son, and then a Securitate officer came to this person and told him to go and have a drink somewhere else. When the atheist propaganda was in full bloom, they had a whole lot of priests do the service for Andruta?s burial. (111)