Mircea Mîrza and the clarification of faith on the road of suffering
One evening, before curfew, they were all lying on their beds, some asleep, others praying, thinking or telling stories. Next to me was a small group of students from Sibiu, and among them, the one telling the story, was Mircea Mîrza, a beautiful child who was a joy to look at. He had a pink, peachy complexion and a changing voice that he was always trying to make rougher, to sound at least like a “sea wolf”. Mircea was a student at the naval school. His story was interesting and I listened to it carefully, because I had gone through […]