Jumătate de secol din istoria țării mele se condensează în aceste rânduri:
In 1991, after the anti-Ceaușescu coup staged by the nomenklatura itself, the Romanian secret police apparatus, of course, remained fully operative, pursuing its business as usual. However, the effort of the secret police to project a new, kinder, image of itself, in step with the new ‘democratic’ times, resulted in some uncanny episodes. An American friend of mine, who was in Bucharest on a Fulbright scholarship at the time, called home a week after his arrival and told his girlfriend that he was now in a poor but friendly country, where people were pleasant and eager to learn. After he hung up, the phone immediately rang; he picked up the receiver, and a voice told him in slightly awkward English that this was a secret police officer whose duty it was to listen to his phone conversation, and he wanted to thank him for the nice things he had said about Romania – he wished him a pleasant stay and said goodbye.
This book is dedicated to that anonymous Romanian secret police operative.
(Slavoj Žižek, Did somebody say totalitarianism?, Verso, 2011, p. 7)