The pictures selection shown in this book are made in a short period of my youth and somehow should be interpreted in a different mode from all my communist era images. It's about the period 1972-1980 which corresponds to the last years when the communist economists still succeeded to maintain a bearable level of life and the absurd cult of personality of Dictator Ceausescu had not yet reached the paroxysm of the years that were to come. My endeavor is neither ideological nor political here. This isn't about prisons, repression systems or extraordinary events, but about the most prosaic life, the one about worries and daily events: our meals, our clothes, our resting place, our social gatherings, love, birth, work, health issues. The humdrum and the trivial are the most visible and obvious things in communism. After all, any personal history is being weaved with all these little uninteresting events and it goes beyond the great gaps that distinguish the epochs. Life existed, even in communist time. Better or worse, people have lived their lives even in that regime. They also loved even during that time. Those little personal experiences - the first love, the last disappointment - they all existed even then. That was our life.