Gili Ioanid “had something seraphimic in his being”
Between 1941 and 1964, Aiud was for many a prison of hard and long suffering. […] In the cell I met, for the most part, people of character, who put the purity of their conscience above suffering and humiliation. Aiud was a real school of Romanian life and resistance. Everyone learnt prayers, texts from the New Testament, poems written in prison, foreign languages and everything that could be learnt about ‘good and beautiful’. (…) There were a few young people, real “walking libraries”[1], who knew all the poems of Radu Gyr and Nichifor Crainic, apart from religious texts. Anyone who […]