Tales from the Golden Age Page #3

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How?

Comrade Mayor is dying!

I can't do anything about it.

How long is it going to spin?

Until it runs out of fuel.

How long?

I filled it up this morning!

Stop it once and for all!

Don't worry!

The situation's under control!

Quick, or we'll lose Comrade Mayor!

Listen to him croaking!

Give him a slap!

- I can't reach!

- He mustn't swallow his tongue!

Gogu, shout for someone to stop us!

Hello!

Not like that!

We need to yell together!

Help!

Vasile!

Quiet!

What's ringing?

Are they calling us?

Comrade Mayor has woken up!

It's alright for some.

We work all night

and they have a party!

Legend has it they were still spinning

when the motorcade

turned up at the village.

THE LEGEND OF THE

PARTY PHOTOGRAPHER

This one?

Yes, this one's fine.

Erase the photographer

and lift Comrade Ceausescu

to look a bit taller.

Taller? From this angle,

he's as tall as the Frenchman.

Stop arguing.

Just a bit taller, I said.

But first, let's take a cigarette break,

get some air.

- Which factory are they from?

- Timisoara, near home.

Then give me one.

When I see them coming,

I get shivers down my spine.

Don't start that again, Uncle.

My poor father was always prepared...

He knew a black Volga might come

to pick him up at any time.

When he thought he was OK...

Yeah, then it came!

You know what? Once you're afraid,

they've got you anyway.

I bet you have your suitcase ready.

Should I prepare mine, too?

You can laugh...

Because you're too young to know.

Let's get back to work.

These two are identical.

Right.

Except I took out the photographer

on this one.

It looks better.

So if it's suitable politically...

- What did you cutout?

- The journalist.

Well done.

You can't even tell.

But Comrade Secretary looks too...

He should look a bit taller.

What do you think, Comrade Costache?

Yes, indeed, he should.

I showed you the first version.

Comrade Technician, you're

telling me how to do my job?

Comrade Secretary has decided,

so just do what you're told!

I apologize for my young colleague,

he's new to all this.

We'll retouch it now.

Making him too tall

might seem bizarre

compared to how he looks on TV.

It's not for you to judge how

Comrade Ceausescu looks on TV.

Enough arguing, Comrades.

Your guidelines are clear.

Just follow them!

But the guidelines...

Shut up!

You've 15 minutes to retouch it!

Mr. Vesper J'Espaing

is coming tomorrow.

- Giscard d'Estaing.

- Right.

If we don't concentrate

on getting the paper out on time...

Relax, Comrade Secretary,

we have the summit's program.

The editorial's ready,

the 2nd and 3rd pages too.

Only the official photo

might cause a slight delay.

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