Nicolae Purcărea (en)

We met at the funeral of Gili Ioanid in the summer of 1992, which brought together many people from all over the country who had come to attend his funeral. You came up to me and shyly asked me: – Do you remember me? I am Nicu Purcărea! How could I forget your last martyrdom, in room 1, in the cellar of the Pitești prison, when, exhausted and weak, you received blow after blow, under the direct supervision of Țurcanu? – Stop hitting! was your plea, and for a moment the beatings stopped. – Hit here! and you pointed towards […]

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On 29 May 1956, when I was due to be released, I packed my bags and waited to be taken out of my room. I had said goodbye to the people I was leaving. In fact, after the opening, the head of the section came and took me out of the room and led me to a room near the gate, where I found Nicolae Purcărea, with whom I had previously stayed in the same room. He was a student at the Commercial Academy in Brașov, a quiet and very serious boy, good-hearted, always ready to do good to those […]

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