If a single thing were to remain from everything I have written, it would be this: in Romania the state does not have security services — the security services have a state. To end the confusion, I gave it a name: Securistan.
Gathered here are the texts about budgets that grew fivefold in ten years, about the undercover officers in the press, the courts and the state-owned companies, about the secret protocols and the “tactical field”, about the National Defence College as the compulsory gate to any office, about the blacklists I myself ended up on.
I have never written that a country does not need intelligence services. I have written that a country which spends four times more per citizen on intelligence than Germany does, and which nonetheless fails to discover even who is buying its elections, does not have intelligence services: it has a caste. And that caste does not have a country to defend — it has a country to live off.
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The reckoning nobody makes: how the budgets of the SRI, SIE, STS and SPP grew fivefold in ten years, and how they were voted through in two minutes, without a word.
The real structure of power in Romania: not three branches of state, but four castes, with their schools, their examinations and their rings to be kissed.
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