Ion Georgescu (en)

In these reminiscences I dedicate a chapter to the university professor Ion V. Georgescu, as I knew him and what I was able to learn from him. Whenever I have the opportunity to talk about him, I am reminded of a piece of advice he gave me in 1962, before his departure, before his liberation. I really must begin with this advice, even though I have already told you, at the risk of repeating it. We were so close that we formed a unity of thought. Here is the advice he gave me, which has helped me a lot in […]

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Another exceptional personality with whom I had the pleasure of staying in Lățești was Professor I.V. Georgescu of the Faculty of Theology in Bucharest, a man loved by all, about whom one could say only choice words. Those close to him called him “Tetea”. He came from Ștefănești, Argeș. His father, a clever farmer, was in the business of buying and selling cattle, and like any wealthy farmer, he wanted his son to become the priest of the village. So I.V. Georgescu became a theologian and then, being very intelligent, with a prodigious memory, he became a university professor. He […]

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When the day of our repatriation approached, an NKVD major, who had come specially from Moscow, and who was in charge of our transport on the recommendation of the camp’s political officer, Colonel Tobă, called “Hatman”, as he liked to call himself, wanted to entrust the transport to him. […] Our embarkation and transport took place in wagons with improvised and overlapping beds, covered with straw so that as many people as possible could fit into one wagon. […]

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In the long, cold barracks[1], we were being given the induction cut, dressed in prison outfits; none of us looked like the ones we were one day ago. Soon the autumn wind penetrated us to the bone, especially the sick ones. We were also given prison outfits, but they didn’t fit all of us. Among the unlucky ones was me. Taken out for a walk now and then, I tried to replace the shirt with the blanket I put on my back, but the guard noticed me. The order sounded curt: – Take off the blanket! You’re not allowed to […]

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