Home at Marin Dumitrescu
In the Grant neighbourhood, where Marin Dumitrescu lived, I walked up and down the street several times. At one point, Marin sat down on the curb and started to cry. Sixteen years after his arrest, he no longer knew where he lived. I sat down next to him and told him to take note of the changes that had taken place in that time. His face suddenly lit up: – I know! I know where I live! He stopped in front of a gate where two tall trees covered the yard and the house. – Do you see Grigore? These […]