RegiRoka
Roofer
I've never grassed on anyone in my life and I don't want to. (Okay, I accept if someone's a nonce, a murderer, an abuser, I'd be open to it.)
But outside of that, I wouldn't want to hang around with grasses or anyone who reports people for trivial shit to trivial authorities.
One thing I've listened to, over the years from people who grew up in, worked in and lived in a communist country, was how the power and control was often kept and wielded, on a day-to-day basis, by petty, fucking horrible grasses.
Talking to a friend who grew up in Transylvania, he talks about ruined lives, destroyed families, and his fear as a kid of the knock on the door and what came next (repeatedly). All it took was someone to get jealous, not like the look of you.... Absolutely anything, but once you were grassed on, you were on the radar and fair game.
About ten years ago, his dad got a knock on the door. It was a really old man, who wanted to say sorry: the old, local police chief who used to come round repeatedly, search the house, sometimes take away the dad to the cells, accuse them of this thing and that, all of which was made up. His dad accepted the apology, but didn't invite him into the house though.
But outside of that, I wouldn't want to hang around with grasses or anyone who reports people for trivial shit to trivial authorities.
One thing I've listened to, over the years from people who grew up in, worked in and lived in a communist country, was how the power and control was often kept and wielded, on a day-to-day basis, by petty, fucking horrible grasses.
Talking to a friend who grew up in Transylvania, he talks about ruined lives, destroyed families, and his fear as a kid of the knock on the door and what came next (repeatedly). All it took was someone to get jealous, not like the look of you.... Absolutely anything, but once you were grassed on, you were on the radar and fair game.
About ten years ago, his dad got a knock on the door. It was a really old man, who wanted to say sorry: the old, local police chief who used to come round repeatedly, search the house, sometimes take away the dad to the cells, accuse them of this thing and that, all of which was made up. His dad accepted the apology, but didn't invite him into the house though.
He was a school teacher in a town. Most people in the town, for a couple of hundred years, were either Hungarian or Saxon, but, naturally, it was controlled by the Romanian state. 
