Sergiu Mandinescu, a poet of lively intelligence, kind and gentle, with a warm soul
In the same vein, I would like to mention Mandinescu, whom I would meet a few years later in Gherla. Thin, of ordinary stature. Once very, very thin. He suffered badly from lung disease. Broken and careless as can be. Always absent and obsessed with the same re-education. When he heard himself talking, he’d get upset. Maybe he’d played a role in Pitești or Gherla and felt discovered. If he was accused in any way, he’d throw a fit. He had a right-wing mentality. He once said: “If I hadn’t had the good fortune to know this view of life […]