Back to Jilava

The van took us slowly and hurriedly from Malmaison to Jilava before noon. We get out: Fort 13. We are greeted by Lieutenant Ștefan, with the face of a primate, of an anthropoid, the gestures and the look of a prison colony sergeant in a film noir. He takes great pleasure in it, playing his role in slow motion, like a gambler spinning his cards. We spend the rest of the day in a small, unimaginably filthy quarantine cell, the doors unopened. In the evening we are transferred to the cave, a huge, dark, smelly cave which, although it is […]

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