Paul Limberea (en)

The long-suffering Paul Limberea, in the torments of hell at Pitești

A talented storyteller was discovered in the literature group. The evenings became long awaited evenings again. The boy who had told us that we were in the yard of the Pitești station, Limberea, turned them into something very pleasant. He began to tell us stories about films. Some we had seen, some we hadn’t. He preferred and remembered the psychological ones. He portrayed the characters so visually that it was as if we could see them. And the settings where the action took place. And when they started, I had the impression that I had actually seen the film. As […]

In the calm before the storm with comrade Paul Limberea

A gloomy February morning in the year of our Lord 1950. [The alarm clock rings, we’ve just eaten our porridge and the door opens. The guard, Fătu, shouted in a hoarse voice: “Whoever hears your name, pack your bag and come out!” and then began to shout a list. Those called out were only students. […] So, in the jubilee year of 1950, the birth of the good Jesus, our King and Saviour, we too go on pilgrimage. But wherever we go, the spirit of Satan will reign. But we knew nothing. […] We were taken to the station where, […]

Paul Limberea – a man who became a “wreck” because of his imprisonment

One evening the door opened and a guard whispered to me to take my bag and follow him. I rejoiced, wished those who had stayed good luck and did it all without a murmur (…). I was taken to the guardhouse, where some of my colleagues and friends had been taken. We were not allowed to speak. I looked at them with pity and sympathy. I saw again Cîrciumaru Tudorel, Baciu, Rădoi, Ivănescu, Ispas, Voiculescu, Paul Limbera and others whom I knew had been arrested. Next to them were several women, a student and an old man, their former hosts, […]

The last days of agony of the martyr student Paul Limberea

A few days after Nicolski’s visit, I and Mărculescu were taken to the large room in the infirmary; other sick people were brought in instead of us. There were six beds in this room, and I did not know any of the people there. You could see that they had been taken from the re-education rooms: they were all frightened and suspicious of each other. Besides, I was just like them, but because I was sicker I could hide it better. (…) After a few days the seventh patient was brought to the room. As there were only six beds […]

“I don’t know what physical laws could explain this”

New and increasingly diabolical forms of torture were introduced. Among other things, we were made to squat with our hands raised. First by the dozens, then by the hundreds and even by the thousands. When you fell to the ground, the torturers would jump on you with their boots. It was like the Apocalypse… I remember Paul Limberia, who did 1,200 squats (if I remember correctly). I don’t know what physical laws could explain this[1]. Poor Paul fell ill. He was taken out of the room and died shortly afterwards. Paul Limberia lived in Pitești. The news of his death […]