Ioan Pintilie (en)

Ionică Pintilie – almost an angel on earth

I considered the legionary meetings that some comrades used to hold in a corner to be a great mistake, and I tried to eliminate them, but I did not succeed. The one who came to me, as head of the chamber, and asked me to unbind myself and take part in them, was my good friend, comrade and medical colleague, Ionică Pintilie. I had worked with him in freedom, I knew him well and we had formed a close friendship. He was younger than me, had the delicate constitution of an intellectual, and I was convinced that he would not […]

From the terrible sufferings of the martyr Ioan Pintilie

The Christmas holidays were approaching. We had taken part in many horrors, but, man being a frighteningly adaptable creature, we were less and less impressed by the monstrosities in which we took part. […] With our guilty eyes we watched them as they were now forced to break the fast of the holy feasts by “eating” the “sweet delicacies” that had become “traditional fare” both at the Nativity and at His Crucifixion, at Easter! […] Țurcanu hastened to be one of the most schismatic. He was guilty of being one of the great mystics who had made many proselytes! And […]

Student Ioan Pintilie – A luminous figure

A shining figure was the medical student Pintilie, brilliantly clever and outspoken. Although he had noticed the dubious side of some of his flatmates, he often expressed opinions that were as sensible as they were incisive against communism, especially Soviet communism. Among other things, he severely sanctioned praise for some of the ruling regime’s major works, saying that the pyramids had been built in the same way, with tens of thousands of deaths. When Pep[1] heard Pintilie, he was convinced that he would be severely punished by Țurcanu’s group. The doctor in question was short, a little stocky, but his […]

“They beat him until he went mad”

…Țurcanu came back and moved me from my seat to the other bed, telling the committee to allow me to lie down on the bed and that the lights out signal must find me under the blanket. I was about to witness another shocking scene, when they beat up Ion Pintilie. They beat him until he went mad. In this state, he started cursing them, sometimes in Romanian, sometimes in French, and then he started laughing and cursing again. Those who beat him thought he was faking it, and they kept beating him until the medical student from Iași could […]