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  •  Thanks for the diary! (10+ / 0-)

    I am from Transylvania myself and I can testify that there are/have been millions of Mr. Lazarescu not only in Romania, but around the world.  I grew up under Ceausescu's dictatorship but I was lucky enough to be so young (15)in 1989.
    Even today, I think of my parents and grandparents as superheroes. Hoe could they survive and remain sane under such instability, insecurity, and depravation?
     My grandfather was an officer in the Royal Guard before the Russians had "embraced" us. When that happened, he had to make sure that he carefully hides his mom and wife in such a way that the Russian boys don't get to rape them. Later, the newly reformed Romanian Army had to get rid of him because he dared to direct the church choir. That was his life's passion, music.
    He finally ended up carrying boulders in the train station so that he somehow care for his ailing wife (who died soon after) and his little girl, my mom. But hey, at least he was not sent to any forced labor camp like many others in my family. Luckily, in time, he recovered.
     I was here in Dallas when he died almost one year ago, and I can't imagine my Christmas without his music.

     There are many stories like this, and even more tragic. That's why I sometime get mad when I see the ignorance surrounding me here, in the U.S. Maybe if people knew what real sacrifice and depravation mean, they would think twice before starting unwaranted wars. The colateral damage is made up from many, many people such as Mr. Lazarescu.

    Take care!

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