Gioga Parizianu (en)

Moldova first had to be conquered by communism in order to bring it closer to Moscow, for which special deterrents were provided. All active opponents of communism were rounded up in Suceava, where the largest prison in Moldova was located (as I said, a legacy blessed by the Habsburg civilisation). Special teams of investigators were brought here from Bucharest, they conducted on-the-spot investigations in the prison, and full trials were held here, on the premises, with the highest sentences being handed down, compared to other large cities where trials were held, in the rest of the country the leaders of […]

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After daylight, the common-law guard in the corridor opened the door on the pretext of taking the water pipe and told us very frightened: “They have been beating one of you for a month and have got nothing out of him, so now they have put him in the oven, which can be seen from the window of this cell.” When I heard the name of the victim from the guardhouse, which those in the cell didn’t know, it was as if someone had plunged a knife into my heart and I shouted without realising it: Gioga! Parizianu Gheorghe, known […]

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One day, Țurcanu announces us again: -Bandits, see to it that I bring you one of your brave legionaries. A green Macedonian. Don’t say a word about what’s going on here! Soon the door opened and the guard appeared, accompanied by a shorter but well bound prisoner with lively, questioning eyes. I heard a whisper: It’s Gioga Parizianu. Gioga was indeed a young man of whom much was said, for he was of a cheerful and robust nature. I had also heard that he had taken part in an action in Bacău (if I’m not mistaken), where the unit to […]

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“Parizianu Gheorghe. Gioga, as he was called, was a medical student when he was arrested. He was Macedonian. Full of energy and enthusiasm, he had a heart of gold”. *** Despite the reign of terror that followed the escape from Cavnic, no one blamed us for what we had done, except for a few informers in the administration. No prisoner blamed us for the suffering that had befallen the camp. On the contrary, everyone showed solidarity with us and rejoiced at our success. They marvelled at our courage and even ascribed to us virtues that we were far from possessing. […]

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When I examined the hypothesis of an escape from the camp itself, I finally crossed it off the list of possibilities because the risks were enormous and the chances of success almost non-existent. (…) What if, we thought, we could try to continue our escape by going south and crossing the border into Bulgaria? We wouldn’t even be wanted there! (…) Since we were talking about Bulgaria, I thought of Gioga Parizianu. He was an Aromanian from Bulgaria. We met and became friends at the lead mine in Cavnic. Gioga was one of the most beautiful people I met in […]

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One summer I cut short my stay at the seaside[1] and with the money I had left I bought a “circuit ticket”, valid on RATA trains and buses, which took me across the country for ten days. I had long wanted to see some friends who were scattered around the various towns. My first stop was in Moinești, with Gioga Parizianu, who had found a job in the local pharmacy. Hoping and expecting to be able to continue his medical studies, which he had started before his arrest, he had taken a job as a nurse or “medical assistant”. She […]

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Gioga is a small, solid, energetic and always smiling Aromanian student. He is a very good comrade, modest and generous. I can’t find the best words to describe him. What more can I say about his heart and character than what Ion Ioanid said in Our Everyday Prison? Gioga? – “a boy with a heart of gold”! Gioga is one of the young Romanians who had the tragic fate of going through the hell of Pitești. The word “hell” may seem exaggerated to some. But I have checked that it is true. And yet in a shocking way. A few […]

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