o himself and danced to his own music. The guards became used to it.Part IIAfter nearly three years of solitary confinement, he was close to death. They carried him from the underground cells to yard of the ministry of the interior, he finally saw the stars and moon again. A sheet was wrapped around his head before the guards lifted him out of the ambulance. He often felt like he was already dead. Prisoners crossed themseves as they passed the foot of his bed. The room where he lay, scored of men died, and their places were taken by others in the thirty months he lay here.At Easter, a friend of his brought something wrapped in a twist of paper for a Valeriu Gafencu , a former prison guard. He opened it and it was two lumps of sugar. Even though it was sugar this was a real treat.Part IIITerrible violence was punctuated by sessions of more refined cruelty, under medical supervision to ensure that prisoners did not die. A wave of madness swept the prison. Tuberculoses patients were stripped, laid on stone floors and drenched with buckets of freezing water. Pig’s swill was thrown on the ground before men who had been starved for days.During this time a group of six men from the lead mines were brought to a special cell at a place called Tirgul Ocna. They were joined by other prisoners, some of them priests. The men from the mines spoke freely of their secret religious and political activities. One of them was bruised and bloodied carried into a room called room four.Reeducation was claiming new victims every day. The feeling grew unless something would be done or they all will be “converted” or killed. Christians debated on what they should do. If there was a riot, should they join in? Or was it time to turn the other cheek? Several of the prisoners argued against the fight.With his health getting worse, a doctor named Dr. Aldea said he should have a pnumonothorax. It could be done in few minutes and consisted of jabbin...
