Everyone has his obsession. Vasile government with the reform, and Minister of Interior Gavril Dejeu, with the hose. For two years they are inextricably connected. As soon as Dejeu hears a new reform is announced, he frowns, as much as he can, and like Pavlov's dog, starts "drooling" after the hose. A water hose to water the working class. No sooner had passed they day when Radu Vasile announced 30 loss-making companies had to be shut down, than Gavril Dejeu jumped on him: "The Ministry of Interior will take firm measures to prevent some roads from being blocked by employees of some trading companies". Therefore, the reform can start. Only I didn't mention Dejeu's hose accidentally, though it may seem a simple pun. To Romania, or what has been left out of it, the reform has turned into a simple running water spurt, but ice cold, which we will have to drink all in one breath. The paradox is we can even no longer refuse it - the simple water of the so-called reform - but the rulers themselves have no choice. Though in the thirteenth hour, Emil Constantinescu, thinking about the presidential elections in the year 2000, and Radu Sirbu, FPS head, would like a rather amicable solution. Suffice it to mention the smouldering conflict between Radu Vasile, on the one hand, and Emil Constantinescu and Radu Sirbu, on the other, over the premier's last minute reform. I believe we live these days the last act of the tragedy of the current political class. It seems serious, maybe too risky to say something like this, but you cannot but notice the almost complete confusion, though disguised, created around the very "core" of the current ruling power. Facing the disaster, the political game seems to have lasted. Facing the reform, be it incendiary, as the reform announced yesterday is, everybody is running like hell. Only Gavril Dejeu, to whom the water hose is a reason to exist and