My God, how great was Gyr!
I was still in Aiud in the T.B.C. ward. A room with wooden bunks, stacked one on top of the other, covered with a mat and a blanket. (…) It was here, when two rooms were taken out for a walk by mistake, that I met the most precious of us, Radu Gyr. He came in from the back, with his big glasses on his aquiline nose – a particularly kind man. He embraced me tenderly, took me by the arm, tightly, and we walked a few laps together. I felt small, embarrassed, as if he was paying us all […]