Niculae Cerveni is the kind of thistle-old man. He sticks to everything. He's dying to be paid attention. Instead of going to a park to doze in the sun and let himself get carried away by the chant of leaves, he is capable of snapping at his own shadow and ask it do you have any idea who I am? Even in a choir of oldies Cerveni will teach lessons, save the mankind, show he's good at the Palaeolithic age too, and only the fact that he isn't the head of an international organization has prevented him from making order out of the satellite chaos in cosmos. In politics as well, Cerveni did his best to be noticed

Niculae Cerveni is the kind of thistle-old man. He sticks to everything. He's dying to be paid attention. Instead of going to a park to doze in the sun and let himself get carried away by the chant of leaves, he is capable of snapping at his own shadow and ask it do you have any idea who I am? Even in a choir of oldies Cerveni will teach lessons, save the mankind, show he's good at the Palaeolithic age too, and only the fact that he isn't the head of an international organization has prevented him from making order out of the satellite chaos in cosmos. In politics as well, Cerveni did his best to be noticed. He's the kind of man to whom only one principle matters: to be as much in the forefront as possible. He was embraced by the first anti-communist opposition. The gullible at the time thought that the big-mouthed pops' hat and his nerve were a substitute for ideology and spine. He worried their lives out and the latter, still untrained to be brash, wouldn't say a word against the storm of bitter remarks. It took them some years to realize what was going on. They put up like fools with the cranky intrusive lawyer and they worked like slaves to get rid of the image of a politician worse than a monkey. Do you think he's had enough of it? Thistle-Cerveni set up