Fragments of the many sufferings of the martyr Alexander Bogdanovici

From time to time, with clenched teeth, Țurcanu addressed Bogdanovici, who could not get out of bed:

– “You, my best friend, you will die by my hand! And he rushed at him, struck him as he lay there, unable to move.As my bed was right next to Bogdanovici’s, I could smell the stench of urine and rotting carrion coming from him. He couldn’t get out of bed, he was urinating on himself. Yet he didn’t whimper, showed no sign of pain. The man’s pain must have been terrible, for once he rolled over a little in bed under the rough, dull blanket on which he lay naked.

The buttocks and thighs of his legs looked like mincemeat – like tarnished meat through rubbish. I had the impression that he had been beaten with a board specially fitted with hooked nails. That was the only way I could explain his condition.

One morning I tried to move him discreetly under the blanket, but his body was cold. After the count, he was wrapped in a blanket and taken out into the corridor; whether his death was real or apparent, I have no way of knowing.

By the time my group arrived in room “4 Hospital”, Bogdanovici’s torture was over. The blows Țurcanu gave him from time to time had no effect. As if he was kicking a ragdoll. Bogdanovici made no gesture of defence or pain.

(Gheorghe Andreica – Testimonies from the hell of communist prisons)

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