Mother Olga, a cultured woman, very merciful and kind

The first memory of my life is hazy, not very clear, I seem to have been dreaming, but I think it happened. It was at night, I had arrived in a cart from the convent of Bistrița in Vâlcea to the orphanage of the Protection of the Mother of God. There were about ten children in the cart, aged between one and five. I was three years old. Around the cart there were shadows that pulled us down, either by an arm or a leg. They were nuns from Bistrița, the convent that housed and ran the orphanage. You couldn’t […]

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