Costache Caragață (en)

Costache Caragață spent a long time in hell, punished for his political beliefs. At 92, the old man from Tichiriș has no regrets and hates no one, convinced that his suffering was God’s will. There are people to whom God has given a special destiny. And perhaps a different heart from most of us. A race of people who seem to belong to another time, a dying race of people for whom ideals are the most important thing, people for whom words like ‘country’, ‘truth’, ‘history’ or ‘God’ have a forgotten resonance today. Such people never doubt, never hesitate, never […]

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He is modest. More modest than he should be. But that’s the way he is: modest and with a lot of common sense. In the February 1992 elections, the people of Vidra voted for him and elected him to the local council. He was then elected to the County Council by the local councillors of the municipality, the 4 towns and 59 villages. Of the 39 County Councillors elected by the people of Vidra. Mr. Costache Caragață is not only a modest man with common sense. He is the embodiment of suffering. One of those political prisoners who suffered and […]

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Dear Mrs. Monica and Mr. Dinu[1],  It’s been more than a year since my wife died and I still can’t recover from the grief that has overwhelmed me. I can’t believe that she is gone forever and that I will never see her again. I look around and everywhere I see things that belonged to her. Here is the bed where she died after a night of vigil and deep silence. On the rack hangs the dress she wore every morning. In one corner of the room, a modest cupboard with all sorts of trinkets, including the glasses she used […]

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You can’t even imagine what a heart of gold this man has, a little statesman, like St. Stephen the Great!… I had the great good fortune, essential for my development, to spend a year and a half in Aiud prison, in a cell on the third floor with His Lordship. A Christian to the last fibre of his being, a man of unimaginable modesty and humility, in the Christian sense of the word, towards all the others with whom I was there. An extraordinary example of moral honesty, of gentleness, of encouragement, of deep living, of transforming suffering into a […]

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I was born in Făurei commune, Focșani district, on 1 October 1910. My parents, Vasile and Catrina, lived in Bizighești village, Făurei commune. Here they had 15 acres of garden and 0.50 acres of arable land, from which they got what they needed. I was not yet 6 years old when the war of 1916 forced us to move. My father was called up and my mother, with only what she could load into a cart, had to take refuge far from the front line. There, in the commune of Poiana, in the district of Tecuci, we stayed until the […]

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