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Dr Olga Lazin is a UCLA graduate in History. American Constitutional and Globalization.She is a published author, and History Lecturer at UCLA. You can access and download her books at: http://www.olgalazin.com In Hard copy: Globalization is Decentralized: Easter Europe and Latin America Compared, Civic And Civil Society, Foundations And U.S. Philanthropy, published 2016 Author HOUSE, USA. She has been teaching History at UCLA, Cal State University Dominguez Hills, Cal State University Long Beach, as well as University of Guadalajara (UDG) and University of Quintana Roo, in Mexico for over 26 years. Her specialty is History of Food, Globalization of technology, food History, and the American Constitution. As a hobby, she is practicing permaculture. Her radio show is accessible 24 hours a day at: http://www.blogtalkradio.com/dr_olga_lazin FACEBOOK: OLGA LAZIN DROlga Lazin Twitter; @olgamlazin Instagram; #lazinolga E-mail; olazin@ucla.edu

Escaping Transylvania to the West

Escaping Transylvania to the World

From the Romanian Gulag to Old and New Cultures – Memoirs

By Dr Olga Lazin

Chapter 1 – How the University Really Worked in Romania

In 1963 when I was born in Transylvania, the golden age of socialism was in full progress.

The city of Satu Mare was undergoing catastrophic transformations, as it was forcefully modernized, and people from the villages were forced to work in huge, socialistic factories. Along the Somes river, the tiny village of Vetis, where my ancestors on my fathers side were born, is now a heavily populated colorful and diverse grew into a lovely place. On my mothers side, Bixad, in the Oas region of Romania is still a beautiful traditional village, with houses spread far apart, not all jammed together. My mother was osanca, as they would say in the old days.

Transylvania belonged to the Kingdom of Hungary (Transylvania) as part of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire[.After World War I, in 1918 Transylvania became part
of Romania again. In 1940 Northern Transylvania reverted to Hungary as a result
of the Second Vienna Award, but Romanian queen Maria reclaimed it after the end
of World War II.

All
of Romania was seized for its oil by Nazi Germany (1940-1944), liberated by
the Soviet Union (1944-1947), and re-liberated to become the Popular
republic of Romania (under USSR remote control) as the Cold War was beginning
to freeze the Iron Curtain into to place.

The
first president, Gheorghiu-Dej (1965) ruled as puppet of Moscow, but when he
died, his Sec Gen of the Communist Party of Romania, Nicolae Ceausu, was
elected as the second president (1965-1989), shifting his savage dictatorship
into a harsher nationalistic Gulag than known in the USSR. At the end
of 1994 the Russian military organized presidential elections of peoples
committees in the region. The end of the war occupied some formerly
Romanian northeastern territories occupied by the Soviet Union, with Red Army
units stationed on Romanian soil. In 1947 Romania forcibly became a People’s
Republic (1947–1965).

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My parents: Magda

For two decades I neither understood the dimensions of tragic situation of Transylvania (located in northeast Romania on the Ukrainian border), nor did I understand that I would have to escape the Gulag of Romania by the skin of my teeth. My mother was of Ruthenian extraction, and even today I fee deep empathy for the Ukranian population revolting against a pro-Russian president.

For peoples of the world Transylvania seems to be a far away place, where most people know the werewolves and vampires have been rumored to roam & lurk in nature. In the imagination of people everywhere, whose beliefs are soaked in mystical folklore, even today it is hardly possible to have a rational conversation on any subject matter. Most occupying forces never understood either the culture of the Romanian people or the distinct culture of Transylvania.

Naturally I am a bi-national citizenship, but without belonging to any of the two countries. Summoning my unconsciousness to write this autobiographical piece, I need to reaccustom myself to thinking of the distinct cultures of the region.

Once in general school I excelled in Romanian and American Languages.

The population consisted of Romanians, Hungarians (particularly Szkelys), Ukrainians, and Germans.

These languages are still being spoken on the Territory of Maramures County, including Rroma, or the Gypsy language. I always liked and loved the Romanian language, so I decided to become a Professor of Romanian Language and Literature.

After getting married in Satu Mare, on the Hungarian border, my parents moved to Sighetu Marmatiei, when I was only 3 years old. In the North West corner of Romania, closer to Ukraine than to Hungary.

My childhood was marked by fights I had to protect my little brother Alexandru. I was known as the student-poet, the class poet, and I won some pretty prizes for my poems.

I grew up in the Maramures region, where I have I have my first memories. The region was much nicer, ethnically more diverse, better climate, and more geographic diversity, with the Mountains of Gutinul and the rivers if Iza and Tisa, as Tisa was the natural border with the Ukraine.

I was admitted to the University in Cluj, in the heart of Transylvania, namely the American Language and Literature – ROMANIAN Language And Literature Department of Philology, Babes-Bolyai University. The professors, started reading the mounds of new Decrees every day, which made me laugh, and staff of the university was suspicious of me not believing their expose in the classrooms. Professors were trying to befuddle us with words from a wooden language, totally bent toward twisting our brains into confused submission. Especially Bonica, the History professor, was totally indoctrinated with toxic socialistic crap. The Professors, the securitate officers acting as sweaty bureaucrats, uneducated idiots trying to tell us what to think. Not one professor asked us, What do you really think, all of you? Each professor had their favorite students and made sure they pointed it out in class, stifling any competition, and showed openly their favoritism or nepotism.

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My parents: Eugen & Magda in 1963

When I reached 22 years, I started being argumentative, and started criticizing professors, esp. the history professor. I was getting so sick at academics yelling at us, and being forced to do the military service as a woman in the academia. After all, Americans were coming to take away our socialist country.

We couldnt t buy books in English, and I was an English major.

We couldnt talk to foreigners, and the atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Speech was not free; one couldnt argue in class, or make any real analysis or debate. You had to regurgitate what they were telling you, and read whatever was there in the old books stacked in the communist library. I was an English major, but could not get the books in English necessary for the Exams. They did not exist. Talking to foreigners in English or answering one question was a crime, according to a stupid decree. Food was rationed for 5 years nonstop. One couldnt slaughter a pig, a cow, or eat eggs without the Security being informed about it. We had to turn over all meat production to the state owned cooperatives.

Abortion was a crime for 20 years. Doctors performing it ended up in jail, and so did the pregnant women. 5 years jail for an abortion. If my uncle from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire family. Even today, in 2014 one has to go and declare if you have family visiting from the USA or CANADA for some bizarre security reasons. Well after 22 years, not much has changed in poor Romania. Ceausescu was hastily repaing the IMF debt, at the populations health expense.

Nobody underwent this.

I was a professor of Romanian and English in Sighetu Marmatiei, Maramures County, at School #2. It was very exacting commuting all the time from Tisa where I lived in our private Museum (Pipas Museum of Art) to Sighet. So, finally I decided to leave in 1986, and traveled to the border, as well as paid a smuggler to take me to Yugoslavia. We were caught on the border and sent back in 1984.

The jail was so cold in Timisoara to keep the bacterias and viruses that it made everybody sick internally with the cold and the flue. Most of civil society was imprisoned, for trying to open the system, and denounce the Ceausescu dicatatosrhip. The blanket was as warm as a kleenex tissue. Moreover there were no pillow, and the concrete slab where inmates slept was a back-breaker. The lights were on 24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there was constant observation. Every hour one was awakened to be counted. All under the guise of watching out for suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by the guards, and there was no need to sleep-deprive inmates, as they were doing. There was also someone in the higher echelon ripping off the food bill. They served only baby carrots, and spicy beans.

My poor mother was so confused by the propaganda, that she started crying when I was freed from jail, feeling very emotional after the death of the nations father, Ceausescu.

Fed up with all the restrictions, and full of frustrations, I hit the border with Yugoslavia.

I have been unfairly jailed as I tried to leave the country in 1986. I was ready to give up my freedom, just to escape an impossible country, with impossible leadership.

In 1989, Ceausescu finally pardoned everybody who tried to escape the horrendous conditions in the country.

The first act of freedom I have performed it was to secure a passport for myself. And got married to Valerian Pipas, a famous violinist from Virismort, Tisa in Maramures county. Otherwise the consulate would not have given me the visas. Conditions were one had to be married, and own a house.{ Truly I enjoyed being married to a musician; he played the violin and I danced tango and csardas in weekends.}

I have been teaching English in Sighet, Tisa, and Giulesti, as well as Camara for another 10 years. Conditions were absolutely horrific; no heating in schools, no teaching material, and constant harassment from colleagues of being informed on.

After I finally left Romania, when an execution squad shot Ceausescu in December 26, 1989 for Christmas. Nice gift to the Romanian people.

When the regime changed in 1990, I was free to get a passport, and Organized Conferences and Seminars at the University of Babes-Balyai, in the heart of Transylvania. I was mostly writing on destatification and privatization of Romenian companies. 51% of MARA, the textiles company I reserched was finally sold to the Germans. The opening up of Romani has finally begun.

It was on a rainy Spetember 17th day, in Sighet. Shortly after, I have met American professors from UCLA, who were doing a study on the effects of the Cold War in post-socialist countries. My observations were very valuable to Dr Wilkie who then asked me to guide the academic group through Eastern Europe. They were traveling in a German Opel (a U.S. made car). I took them to the Museum of my friend, D-ra Mihaly de Apsa, in my hometown, Sighet. We went to the Merry Cemetery, and it was dusk by the time Dr James Wilkie from the University of Los Angeles, California, arrived in Sighet at the Marmatia Hotel. His book was about cycles of statism in Socialist countries. He has written over 30 books on economic development.

Ill start by explaining the places I went in 1991, on one of the most beautiful part of Romania, through Pasul Prislop. We went Around Romania, visited the monasteries of Moldova, C-lung Moldovenesc, Suceava, Sucevita and Agapia monasteries. Then we went to Lacul Rosu. We took the scenic road to Cluj Napoca, where I was trying to get the plane in order to fly out to Paris, in France. I had all the visas. But there was no flight. Nobody took credit cards, so JW had to take out a lot of cash, so that we can travel safely.

I fell in love with Jim Wilkie. After this I am going to call him JW.

I was deeply in love with James Wilkie, whom has hired me as a guide.

He said: call me Jim. We finally left for Budapest after the airport visit in Cluj Napoca. We got through Budapest, finally, and then got out towards Austria and Germany.

Dr JP was worried that I was a spy, as we received special private rooms, and great Hotel deals, plus good lunches at the Monastery, where I was a good friend with Mother Superior.

Richard Beeson, who headed up Deutsche bank, London office, where he represented all EE countries, had convinced EE countries Central banks to deposit their golden cash at Deutsche Bank, London office. He reunited with JW in Prague, and Cracow, where the horrible polluted air blinded him.

In Budapest I obtained the Austrian visa, where I needed a transit visa.

Then we travelled to Kobentzl, overlooking Salzburg, talking about the economy. We even spent most of our time down Salzburg city, taking pictures, and JW was teaching me economics, how the world of development worked: finances, credit, interest. JP had more faith in me than ever.

Then we went to Munich, where we celebrated Oktoberfest. Then I took the plane to Paris, from Munich, to fly out to Bordeaux to meet the family, which invited me to France. JW had to go back to teach. He promised he would return for me soon.

After ten weeks in Bordeaux, JW came to visit me. In Paris, I was refused asylum in France. The national security Bureau headed by a Gris guy (security officer)..

JW returned for me. It was a very wonderful fall, I Bordeaux, so we drove to see all the castles along the Loire River.

The 1st trip was to and along the river of LOIRE; we left in September, and came back in December. Then we went to Paris, and visited the Versailles, Champs Elysee, the Montmartre, and Montparnasse. We had everything to ourselves, and then we went to Marseille, listening to the PASTORALES, beautiful green lands of France.

In Marseille we stayed at the Sofitel, JW was overlooking the Bay, into the icy cold town. And we went to the COTE Azure. We stayed at Hotel Welcome. Then rode over the serpentined Cornish roads, overlooking the Mediterranean, Cap Ferrat, and Monaco. Then JW had to fly out to teach again, and I flew back to Bordeaux, where I took numerous courses in European Union Regulations for the environment, and susteinability.

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LIFE with the nuns in Bordeaux, France, the city of Red Wines, was excellent The mother superior took me to Toulouse Lautrecs castle, and swam in the Atlantic ocean. Then I flew to meet Jim in NICE, in 1992.

It is now another beautiful stay at WELCOME, in Beaulieu sur Mer.

Jim came back 10 weeks later. The second time we travelled to Carcassonne, a fortified city, through Andorra (a gambling center, in the Pyrenees). The Principality of Andorra was rich and ostentatious with baroque buildings. And La Rochelle.

Then entered into Spain, toward Madrid, and stayed at Hotel Paris for a week, in the center of Madrid.

Here we enjoyed the charales in the main plaza.

We left to Toledo, and then to the town of Trujillo. In Trujillo we went and took pictures while walking on the red roofs of houses, perfectly lined up for me to walk. I took great that I was free and nobody minded my business. Jim and I, we were only taking care of one another.

We went up to the Devils Throat (a town deep in a canyon, tucked into the mountains) to continue up in the mountains, and then went down to a walled town of Avila, to Trujillo, and continued to Madrid.

Then we headed toward El Escorial, the monastery, and then JW flew out of Madrid. I took the plane to France, and in Bordeaux I joined the nuns again, and continued my studies of Folklore at the University of Bordeaux, where I was writing about the mythical Lilith.

To paint it in a picture of words, I am flashing out the pageant, of that beautiful Catholic Church, as we went down from La Rochelle, along the clean river, where we called to make reservations in a pretty tiny hotel, ahead and we found a room with a high ceiling warm and cozy.

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Out of many, Switzerland is my favorite European country; the majestic mountains and the rivers impressed me.

Monte Rosas Peak and Matterhorn were absolutely fabulous, left us breathless, and the chalet Michabell was looking down on Italy. The view out of the window was that of Matterhorn mountain in Zermatt.

I enjoyed the lovely scenery in Luzern, and Interlaken, with the beautiful lake with little bridges leading up to the center, all dressed up in geranium flowers. Multicolored geraniums flowers were hanging out from each houses window. The beautiful trip is to go up on a chairlift (telefericul) to wheel you up over the meadows, seeing cattle and, magnificent glorious view of the Swiss Mountains, and the peaks. It is a very gentle and slow trip.

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We then stopped at Kobentzl. In Kobenzl, Austria, where I visited the cemetery where Mozart was buried, and it was very uplifting seeing all the bridges and magnificent churches surrounding me from all directions.

In 1991 in summer I left France for the United States, more specifically to Los Angeles that is to UCLA, where I wanted to get my masters degree in History.

In L.A. I witnessed the 1992 riots. We found a lovely hotel, Marina Del Rey, in Marina del Rey, where I stayed for a week, and we looked for a place to live.

I have escaped from the bad world into the good world. We loved each other so deeply.

I moved into Westwood and enrolled into the UCLAs Master program in summer 2004. I graduated soon after in 2005, but no family was present, as my mother died of a heart attack, and could never travel by plane.

I understood that I never had good communication with any of my husbands. I was sensitive and creative; and only JW could appreciate me.

My uncle Nicholas Lazin, who has fled to Hungary in 1947, and settled down in Oshawa, Canada, invited me to visit, Oshawa, in Toronto, Canada. It was wintertime in Canada, and it was a harsh experience staying there and getting accustomed again to cold weather. It just does not work with me; we dont mix, the cold weather and me, it was as simple as that.

Discovering new places and peoples.

It was good escaping Ceausescus tyranny and discovering the hidden side of the word. I realized how we lived in the dark, and that there was better climate in Mexico than in Romania; and one does not be the prisoner of their own thoughts and limited spirit of the others, living the same nightmare, as I did back in Romania.

I know the nuns in Bordeaux were free spirits and happy women, with a great sense of humour especially the Mother Superior. We even visited Toulouse Lautrecs castle, and spent time on the beach where the Atlantic Ocean met the Pacific Ocean. I had spent unforgettable moments of discovery, and fraternization with the gentle nuns.

Because I have entered the Mexican state, in order to see the pyramids first, I tried to live also in Mexico, at a place called El Bosque del Secreto, but it did not work out. The air is too polluted in Teotihuacan, and around Mexico D.F. that I only visited the Pyramid of the Sun, and the pyramid of the Moon, and hurried to find a nice place. When I finally found the house surrounded by beautiful red bougambillas, I realized it was too isolated from town, without a car, far from the market, in one word, it was not feasible.

As all ironies are happening, when I arrived to L.A., the riots were in progress. In East Los Angeles, blacks were burning tires and looting stores, because of the Rodney King police beatings. I witnessed later O J Simpson getting away in his white Bronco from the police, with 5.000$ in cash and a wig, after he killed his wife and her suitor. Authorities in Los Angeles decided to let him go free, in order to avoid another racial motivated riot on our streets, here inLos Angeles. Anyway, O J confessed he did it in jail, and was ready to do it again, if given a chance.

I decided on, and I was settling I thought in Marina del Rey, astupendous Bay, that looks just like Nice, on the Promenade. Then I left again to Toronto to see my uncle Nicholas, and cousin Caroline Lazin. I started teaching pretty soon, when I returned to UCLA.

Dr Lazin & her Students at UCLA:

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After 2 years in the Doctoral Program in History at UCLA, I graduated in 2001, in January. After graduation I have published my Doctoral thesis, and a second book on the bright and dark sides of Globalization. My second book, co-authored with Dr James W Wilkie, Professor at UCLA, can be downloaded from profmex.com. Our books are widely read around the world and are used to teach Courses at College and University levels. To get the books, download them form:

http://www.profmex.org

OR

http://www.olgalazin.com

ISBN: 978-607-711-032-3. This book comprising 700 pages is about economic, social, and political development and exposes the positive and negative sides of Globalization; in energy efficiency, in technology, education, and health. Cultural and geographical impacts on the changing world we face. Statistical data, tables, and charts back up the Conclusions to this excellent book. Published in 2011.

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After 9/11 the whole world has changed. And this will be the topic for another book. A book in which I will investigate what has changed exactly in these 22 years, and how. Why are we missing those things, as a collective. I focus mostly on places and people, in Los Angeles, California. Amongst these are the collective memory of the film industry, and free trade, including NAFTA, the European Union.

At UCLA, with my students in History, 2014

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Escaping Transylvania to the West

Escaping Transylvania to the World

From the Romanian Gulag to Old and New Cultures – Memoirs

By Dr Olga Lazin

Chapter 1 – How the University Really Worked in Romania

In 1963 when I was born in Transylvania, the golden age of socialism was in full progress.

The city of Satu Mare was undergoing catastrophic transformations, as it was forcefully modernized, and people from the villages were forced to work in huge, socialistic factories. Along the Somes river, the tiny village of Vetis, where my ancestors on my fathers side were born, is now a heavily populated colorful and diverse grew into a lovely place. On my mothers side, Bixad, in the Oas region of Romania is still a beautiful traditional village, with houses spread far apart, not all jammed together. My mother was osanca, as they would say in the old days.

Transylvania belonged to the Kingdom of Hungary (Transylvania) as part of the Austrian-Hungarian Empire[.After World War I, in 1918 Transylvania became part
of Romania again. In 1940 Northern Transylvania reverted to Hungary as a result
of the Second Vienna Award, but Romanian queen Maria reclaimed it after the end
of World War II.

All
of Romania was seized for its oil by Nazi Germany (1940-1944), liberated by
the Soviet Union (1944-1947), and re-liberated to become the Popular
republic of Romania (under USSR remote control) as the Cold War was beginning
to freeze the Iron Curtain into to place.

The
first president, Gheorghiu-Dej (1965) ruled as puppet of Moscow, but when he
died, his Sec Gen of the Communist Party of Romania, Nicolae Ceausu, was
elected as the second president (1965-1989), shifting his savage dictatorship
into a harsher nationalistic Gulag than known in the USSR. At the end
of 1994 the Russian military organized presidential elections of peoples
committees in the region. The end of the war occupied some formerly
Romanian northeastern territories occupied by the Soviet Union, with Red Army
units stationed on Romanian soil. In 1947 Romania forcibly became a People’s
Republic (1947–1965).

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My parents: Magda

For two decades I neither understood the dimensions of tragic situation of Transylvania (located in northeast Romania on the Ukrainian border), nor did I understand that I would have to escape the Gulag of Romania by the skin of my teeth. My mother was of Ruthenian extraction, and even today I fee deep empathy for the Ukranian population revolting against a pro-Russian president.

For peoples of the world Transylvania seems to be a far away place, where most people know the werewolves and vampires have been rumored to roam & lurk in nature. In the imagination of people everywhere, whose beliefs are soaked in mystical folklore, even today it is hardly possible to have a rational conversation on any subject matter. Most occupying forces never understood either the culture of the Romanian people or the distinct culture of Transylvania.

Naturally I am a bi-national citizenship, but without belonging to any of the two countries. Summoning my unconsciousness to write this autobiographical piece, I need to reaccustom myself to thinking of the distinct cultures of the region.

Once in general school I excelled in Romanian and American Languages.

The population consisted of Romanians, Hungarians (particularly Szkelys), Ukrainians, and Germans.

These languages are still being spoken on the Territory of Maramures County, including Rroma, or the Gypsy language. I always liked and loved the Romanian language, so I decided to become a Professor of Romanian Language and Literature.

After getting married in Satu Mare, on the Hungarian border, my parents moved to Sighetu Marmatiei, when I was only 3 years old. In the North West corner of Romania, closer to Ukraine than to Hungary.

My childhood was marked by fights I had to protect my little brother Alexandru. I was known as the student-poet, the class poet, and I won some pretty prizes for my poems.

I grew up in the Maramures region, where I have I have my first memories. The region was much nicer, ethnically more diverse, better climate, and more geographic diversity, with the Mountains of Gutinul and the rivers if Iza and Tisa, as Tisa was the natural border with the Ukraine.

I was admitted to the University in Cluj, in the heart of Transylvania, namely the American Language and Literature – ROMANIAN Language And Literature Department of Philology, Babes-Bolyai University. The professors, started reading the mounds of new Decrees every day, which made me laugh, and staff of the university was suspicious of me not believing their expose in the classrooms. Professors were trying to befuddle us with words from a wooden language, totally bent toward twisting our brains into confused submission. Especially Bonica, the History professor, was totally indoctrinated with toxic socialistic crap. The Professors, the securitate officers acting as sweaty bureaucrats, uneducated idiots trying to tell us what to think. Not one professor asked us, What do you really think, all of you? Each professor had their favorite students and made sure they pointed it out in class, stifling any competition, and showed openly their favoritism or nepotism.

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My parents: Eugen & Magda in 1963

When I reached 22 years, I started being argumentative, and started criticizing professors, esp. the history professor. I was getting so sick at academics yelling at us, and being forced to do the military service as a woman in the academia. After all, Americans were coming to take away our socialist country.

We couldnt t buy books in English, and I was an English major.

We couldnt talk to foreigners, and the atmosphere was dreadful in classes. Speech was not free; one couldnt argue in class, or make any real analysis or debate. You had to regurgitate what they were telling you, and read whatever was there in the old books stacked in the communist library. I was an English major, but could not get the books in English necessary for the Exams. They did not exist. Talking to foreigners in English or answering one question was a crime, according to a stupid decree. Food was rationed for 5 years nonstop. One couldnt slaughter a pig, a cow, or eat eggs without the Security being informed about it. We had to turn over all meat production to the state owned cooperatives.

Abortion was a crime for 20 years. Doctors performing it ended up in jail, and so did the pregnant women. 5 years jail for an abortion. If my uncle from Canada visited us, we were all under surveillance, the entire family. Even today, in 2014 one has to go and declare if you have family visiting from the USA or CANADA for some bizarre security reasons. Well after 22 years, not much has changed in poor Romania. Ceausescu was hastily repaing the IMF debt, at the populations health expense.

Nobody underwent this.

I was a professor of Romanian and English in Sighetu Marmatiei, Maramures County, at School #2. It was very exacting commuting all the time from Tisa where I lived in our private Museum (Pipas Museum of Art) to Sighet. So, finally I decided to leave in 1986, and traveled to the border, as well as paid a smuggler to take me to Yugoslavia. We were caught on the border and sent back in 1984.

The jail was so cold in Timisoara to keep the bacterias and viruses that it made everybody sick internally with the cold and the flue. Most of civil society was imprisoned, for trying to open the system, and denounce the Ceausescu dicatatosrhip. The blanket was as warm as a kleenex tissue. Moreover there were no pillow, and the concrete slab where inmates slept was a back-breaker. The lights were on 24 hours a day, blinding all of us, and there was constant observation. Every hour one was awakened to be counted. All under the guise of watching out for suicides. But everyone could be clearly seen by the guards, and there was no need to sleep-deprive inmates, as they were doing. There was also someone in the higher echelon ripping off the food bill. They served only baby carrots, and spicy beans.

My poor mother was so confused by the propaganda, that she started crying when I was freed from jail, feeling very emotional after the death of the nations father, Ceausescu.

Fed up with all the restrictions, and full of frustrations, I hit the border with Yugoslavia.

I have been unfairly jailed as I tried to leave the country in 1986. I was ready to give up my freedom, just to escape an impossible country, with impossible leadership.

In 1989, Ceausescu finally pardoned everybody who tried to escape the horrendous conditions in the country.

The first act of freedom I have performed it was to secure a passport for myself. And got married to Valerian Pipas, a famous violinist from Virismort, Tisa in Maramures county. Otherwise the consulate would not have given me the visas. Conditions were one had to be married, and own a house.{ Truly I enjoyed being married to a musician; he played the violin and I danced tango and csardas in weekends.}

I have been teaching English in Sighet, Tisa, and Giulesti, as well as Camara for another 10 years. Conditions were absolutely horrific; no heating in schools, no teaching material, and constant harassment from colleagues of being informed on.

After I finally left Romania, when an execution squad shot Ceausescu in December 26, 1989 for Christmas. Nice gift to the Romanian people.

When the regime changed in 1990, I was free to get a passport, and Organized Conferences and Seminars at the University of Babes-Balyai, in the heart of Transylvania. I was mostly writing on destatification and privatization of Romenian companies. 51% of MARA, the textiles company I reserched was finally sold to the Germans. The opening up of Romani has finally begun.

It was on a rainy Spetember 17th day, in Sighet. Shortly after, I have met American professors from UCLA, who were doing a study on the effects of the Cold War in post-socialist countries. My observations were very valuable to Dr Wilkie who then asked me to guide the academic group through Eastern Europe. They were traveling in a German Opel (a U.S. made car). I took them to the Museum of my friend, D-ra Mihaly de Apsa, in my hometown, Sighet. We went to the Merry Cemetery, and it was dusk by the time Dr James Wilkie from the University of Los Angeles, California, arrived in Sighet at the Marmatia Hotel. His book was about cycles of statism in Socialist countries. He has written over 30 books on economic development.

Ill start by explaining the places I went in 1991, on one of the most beautiful part of Romania, through Pasul Prislop. We went Around Romania, visited the monasteries of Moldova, C-lung Moldovenesc, Suceava, Sucevita and Agapia monasteries. Then we went to Lacul Rosu. We took the scenic road to Cluj Napoca, where I was trying to get the plane in order to fly out to Paris, in France. I had all the visas. But there was no flight. Nobody took credit cards, so JW had to take out a lot of cash, so that we can travel safely.

I fell in love with Jim Wilkie. After this I am going to call him JW.

I was deeply in love with James Wilkie, whom has hired me as a guide.

He said: call me Jim. We finally left for Budapest after the airport visit in Cluj Napoca. We got through Budapest, finally, and then got out towards Austria and Germany.

Dr JP was worried that I was a spy, as we received special private rooms, and great Hotel deals, plus good lunches at the Monastery, where I was a good friend with Mother Superior.

Richard Beeson, who headed up Deutsche bank, London office, where he represented all EE countries, had convinced EE countries Central banks to deposit their golden cash at Deutsche Bank, London office. He reunited with JW in Prague, and Cracow, where the horrible polluted air blinded him.

In Budapest I obtained the Austrian visa, where I needed a transit visa.

Then we travelled to Kobentzl, overlooking Salzburg, talking about the economy. We even spent most of our time down Salzburg city, taking pictures, and JW was teaching me economics, how the world of development worked: finances, credit, interest. JP had more faith in me than ever.

Then we went to Munich, where we celebrated Oktoberfest. Then I took the plane to Paris, from Munich, to fly out to Bordeaux to meet the family, which invited me to France. JW had to go back to teach. He promised he would return for me soon.

After ten weeks in Bordeaux, JW came to visit me. In Paris, I was refused asylum in France. The national security Bureau headed by a Gris guy (security officer)..

JW returned for me. It was a very wonderful fall, I Bordeaux, so we drove to see all the castles along the Loire River.

The 1st trip was to and along the river of LOIRE; we left in September, and came back in December. Then we went to Paris, and visited the Versailles, Champs Elysee, the Montmartre, and Montparnasse. We had everything to ourselves, and then we went to Marseille, listening to the PASTORALES, beautiful green lands of France.

In Marseille we stayed at the Sofitel, JW was overlooking the Bay, into the icy cold town. And we went to the COTE Azure. We stayed at Hotel Welcome. Then rode over the serpentined Cornish roads, overlooking the Mediterranean, Cap Ferrat, and Monaco. Then JW had to fly out to teach again, and I flew back to Bordeaux, where I took numerous courses in European Union Regulations for the environment, and susteinability.

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LIFE with the nuns in Bordeaux, France, the city of Red Wines, was excellent The mother superior took me to Toulouse Lautrecs castle, and swam in the Atlantic ocean. Then I flew to meet Jim in NICE, in 1992.

It is now another beautiful stay at WELCOME, in Beaulieu sur Mer.

Jim came back 10 weeks later. The second time we travelled to Carcassonne, a fortified city, through Andorra (a gambling center, in the Pyrenees). The Principality of Andorra was rich and ostentatious with baroque buildings. And La Rochelle.

Then entered into Spain, toward Madrid, and stayed at Hotel Paris for a week, in the center of Madrid.

Here we enjoyed the charales in the main plaza.

We left to Toledo, and then to the town of Trujillo. In Trujillo we went and took pictures while walking on the red roofs of houses, perfectly lined up for me to walk. I took great that I was free and nobody minded my business. Jim and I, we were only taking care of one another.

We went up to the Devils Throat (a town deep in a canyon, tucked into the mountains) to continue up in the mountains, and then went down to a walled town of Avila, to Trujillo, and continued to Madrid.

Then we headed toward El Escorial, the monastery, and then JW flew out of Madrid. I took the plane to France, and in Bordeaux I joined the nuns again, and continued my studies of Folklore at the University of Bordeaux, where I was writing about the mythical Lilith.

To paint it in a picture of words, I am flashing out the pageant, of that beautiful Catholic Church, as we went down from La Rochelle, along the clean river, where we called to make reservations in a pretty tiny hotel, ahead and we found a room with a high ceiling warm and cozy.

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Out of many, Switzerland is my favorite European country; the majestic mountains and the rivers impressed me.

Monte Rosas Peak and Matterhorn were absolutely fabulous, left us breathless, and the chalet Michabell was looking down on Italy. The view out of the window was that of Matterhorn mountain in Zermatt.

I enjoyed the lovely scenery in Luzern, and Interlaken, with the beautiful lake with little bridges leading up to the center, all dressed up in geranium flowers. Multicolored geraniums flowers were hanging out from each houses window. The beautiful trip is to go up on a chairlift (telefericul) to wheel you up over the meadows, seeing cattle and, magnificent glorious view of the Swiss Mountains, and the peaks. It is a very gentle and slow trip.

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We then stopped at Kobentzl. In Kobenzl, Austria, where I visited the cemetery where Mozart was buried, and it was very uplifting seeing all the bridges and magnificent churches surrounding me from all directions.

In 1991 in summer I left France for the United States, more specifically to Los Angeles that is to UCLA, where I wanted to get my masters degree in History.

In L.A. I witnessed the 1992 riots. We found a lovely hotel, Marina Del Rey, in Marina del Rey, where I stayed for a week, and we looked for a place to live.

I have escaped from the bad world into the good world. We loved each other so deeply.

I moved into Westwood and enrolled into the UCLAs Master program in summer 2004. I graduated soon after in 2005, but no family was present, as my mother died of a heart attack, and could never travel by plane.

I understood that I never had good communication with any of my husbands. I was sensitive and creative; and only JW could appreciate me.

My uncle Nicholas Lazin, who has fled to Hungary in 1947, and settled down in Oshawa, Canada, invited me to visit, Oshawa, in Toronto, Canada. It was wintertime in Canada, and it was a harsh experience staying there and getting accustomed again to cold weather. It just does not work with me; we dont mix, the cold weather and me, it was as simple as that.

Discovering new places and peoples.

It was good escaping Ceausescus tyranny and discovering the hidden side of the word. I realized how we lived in the dark, and that there was better climate in Mexico than in Romania; and one does not be the prisoner of their own thoughts and limited spirit of the others, living the same nightmare, as I did back in Romania.

I know the nuns in Bordeaux were free spirits and happy women, with a great sense of humour especially the Mother Superior. We even visited Toulouse Lautrecs castle, and spent time on the beach where the Atlantic Ocean met the Pacific Ocean. I had spent unforgettable moments of discovery, and fraternization with the gentle nuns.

Because I have entered the Mexican state, in order to see the pyramids first, I tried to live also in Mexico, at a place called El Bosque del Secreto, but it did not work out. The air is too polluted in Teotihuacan, and around Mexico D.F. that I only visited the Pyramid of the Sun, and the pyramid of the Moon, and hurried to find a nice place. When I finally found the house surrounded by beautiful red bougambillas, I realized it was too isolated from town, without a car, far from the market, in one word, it was not feasible.

As all ironies are happening, when I arrived to L.A., the riots were in progress. In East Los Angeles, blacks were burning tires and looting stores, because of the Rodney King police beatings. I witnessed later O J Simpson getting away in his white Bronco from the police, with 5.000$ in cash and a wig, after he killed his wife and her suitor. Authorities in Los Angeles decided to let him go free, in order to avoid another racial motivated riot on our streets, here inLos Angeles. Anyway, O J confessed he did it in jail, and was ready to do it again, if given a chance.

I decided on, and I was settling I thought in Marina del Rey, astupendous Bay, that looks just like Nice, on the Promenade. Then I left again to Toronto to see my uncle Nicholas, and cousin Caroline Lazin. I started teaching pretty soon, when I returned to UCLA.

Dr Lazin & her Students at UCLA:

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After 2 years in the Doctoral Program in History at UCLA, I graduated in 2001, in January. After graduation I have published my Doctoral thesis, and a second book on the bright and dark sides of Globalization. My second book, co-authored with Dr James W Wilkie, Professor at UCLA, can be downloaded from profmex.com. Our books are widely read around the world and are used to teach Courses at College and University levels. To get the books, download them form:

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ISBN: 978-607-711-032-3. This book comprising 700 pages is about economic, social, and political development and exposes the positive and negative sides of Globalization; in energy efficiency, in technology, education, and health. Cultural and geographical impacts on the changing world we face. Statistical data, tables, and charts back up the Conclusions to this excellent book. Published in 2011.

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After 9/11 the whole world has changed. And this will be the topic for another book. A book in which I will investigate what has changed exactly in these 22 years, and how. Why are we missing those things, as a collective. I focus mostly on places and people, in Los Angeles, California. Amongst these are the collective memory of the film industry, and free trade, including NAFTA, the European Union.

At UCLA, with my students in History, 2014

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POTATOES Versus PROZAC, Beta-Endorphines & Serotonine Make You Feel Happy Forever

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Potatoes, Not Prozac (1999) By Kathleen   Maisons

BOOK REVIEW BY DR OLGA M. LAZIN

In Potatoes [symbolizing complex carbohydrates], Not Prozac [symbolizing drugs & alcohol],  Dr. DesMaisons makes her clear convincing case that persons who fear that they are self-indulgent, undisciplined, or lazy, may be in reality among the billions of people who are  “sugar sensitive.”

Many people who suffer from sugar sensitivity don’t even know it; they continue to consume large quantities of sweets, breads, cookies, cakes pasta, alcohol or drugs.

These products trigger feelings of exhaustion and low self-esteem because their biochemical impact makes sugar-sensitive people crave these unhealthy products even more.

This vicious cycle of ever deepening cravings can continue for years, leaving sufferers addicted to being overweight, fatigued, depressed, and lost in alcohol or drug binges.

The Kathleen DesMaisons approach to preventing these unhealthy addictions involves preventing the imbalance of 3 factors:

1. volatile blood sugar level (shifting between low and high levels caused by unhealthy reaction to “simple carbohydrates,” which need to be replaced by “complex carbohydrates,” such as potatoes baked in their own skin;

2. low serotonin level (brain chemicals) that needs to be raised to stop impulsive addictive behavior and encourage feelings of calm confidence, well-being, self-esteem, and happiness;

3. low beta endorphins (the strongest of four endorphin brain chemicals) that need to be raised to counter addictive impulses of temporary euphoria that soon shift to exhaustion, depression, and often angry rants/tears, as well as feelings of failure and social isolation. Unhealthy levels of endorphins in the brain may be changed only seemingly for the “better” by taking sugar and a number of drugs such as alcohol, anabolic steroids, heroin and other opiates. Do not engage in dangerous sugar and drug “highs” that result in physical and psychological “lows” caused by damaging biochemical reactions to body and mind.

The raising of beta endorphins releases natural pain killers, ends feelings of shyness, and creates feelings of “connectedness” and self-esteem, as well as “healthy excitement” about life in general.

Further, according to http://altered-states.net/barry/newsletter260/index.htm :

endorphins are most heavily released in the human body during or in moments of great pain or stressful events….. Also endorphins may be triggered by the consumption of certain foods, such as chili peppers, “which have been utilized in various kinds of medical treatments, especially as part of therapy for chronic pain, and are sometimes considered an aphrodisiac.

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How to stay fit eating your potatoe a day.

Certain kinds of physical activity have been associated with endorphin [release] in recent years as well. Undergoing massage therapy or acupuncture, for example, is believed to stimulate endorphin release, and the natural painkillers may be responsible for the euphoric feelings known as ‘runner’s high’ and ‘adrenaline rush.’”  E-mail for questions: olazin@ucla.edu  or olgalazin@gmail.com

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