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 […]