¡Ay Carmela!

11/03/2016

 Spain, 1938, International Brigades Hospital, left, my father, born in Soroca, Bessarabia, then part of the Russian Empire, in February 1913, whose right arm was amputated live, without anesthesia, during the battle on the river Ebro, the fiercest battle in an atrociuos war. Next to him, my mother., Hermina Marcusohn, born in Botosani in 1915, a Medical School student in Bucharest and nurse at the Vic hospital, in front, my mother’s closest friend Sanda Sauvard, later to be deported to Auschwitz and Ravensbruck. At the right, Maurice Sauvard, a French worker from Toulouse, wounded in the same battle. Sanda (Sara) and Maurice got married soon thereafter. They both fought in the maquis. He died in 1946. She returned to Romania, never got remarried. Growing up in an atheistic Jewish family, I didn’t have godparents. But, vicariously, she was my godmother.

Whenever I needed something, money, advice, psychological support etc, I knew aunt Sanda was there for me. On her right arm I first saw the tatoo number. The head of Vic hospital was doctor Wilhelm Glaser. His daughter, Erica, was later adopted by Noel Field. Arrested in East Berlin, she was sentenced to death, then deported to the Gulag.We visited Vic, Marius and me, in June 2015. No one remembers that, once upon a time, this was a vibrantly cosmopolitan place, with hundreds of people speaking all the languages of the earth. Memory for me, perhaps, post-memory for Marius. From the Spanish Civil war to the Cold War. Mark Kramer, I did not forget about my reviews for JCWS, they will arrive soon


Genialul Toma Caragiu (1925-1977)

05/03/2016

Exercitiu demonologic, FC Iadul contra FC Raiul–In memoria unui actor genial, pierit la cutremurul din 4 martie 1977. Din vremea in care un impielitat inarmat cu ideologie nenorocea Romania…


Alchimia memoriei: Acesta a fost Cornel Chiriac…

28/02/2016
Poate pentru ca am fost prins in aceste ultime zile intr-un continuu exercitiu de nostalgie micro-macro ale carui rezultate se vor vedea, sper, nu peste mult timp, mi-a revenit in minte vocea lui Cornel Chiriac. Cand totul era vulgar, strident si fals in jur, cand kitsch-ul patriotard triumfa obscen la “Cenaclul Flacara al Tineretului Revolutionar”, acel creuzet al spalarii pe creier, cand cuvinte generoase precum “popor” si “tara” erau corupte pana la a deveni opusul sensului lor civic real, de la Radio Europa Libera veneau semnele nornalitatii estetice si etice. Prin Cornel Chiriac, multi din generatiile nascute, sa zicem, intre 1950 si 1965 am fost sincroni cu spiritul revoltei din societatile industriale avansate. Un spirit care nu era catusi de putin strain de acela al revoltelor studentesti la Varsovia si Zagreb precum si de Primavara de la Praga. Cornel Chiriac a fost ucis pe 4 martie 1975.

Precum o catedrala gotica, precum soarele Toscanei

15/01/2016

Una dintre cele mai frumoase povesti ale adolescentei mele, minunat scrisa, am citit-o de cateva ori: “Ape vor seca în albie, si peste locul îngroparii sale va rasari padure sau cetate…” Finalul este magnific, l-am recitit azi de cateva ori, este solemn ca o catedrala gotica si fierbinte ca soarele Toscanei…


15 ianuarie…

14/01/2016

In amintirea marelui, neasemuitului eminescolog care a fost Petru CREŢIA (1927-1997)


Bucharest, January 25, 1956: Two of the greatest voices ever…

03/01/2016

Bucharest, January 25, 1956: Two of the greatest voices ever. Orchestra and Chorus of the “George Enescu” Philharmonic of Bucharest, conductor Constantin Silvestri. He defected in 1958 and died in England in February 1969. Precisely a month after this great performance, in Moscow, Nikita Khrushchev delivered the Secret Speech in which he dealt a mortal blow to the Stalin myth. The year 1956 marked the beginning of the breakdown of Marxism-Leninism as an institutionalized utopia. In June, strikes in Poznan were fiercely repressed. In October, Poland engaged in a real attempt to liberalize the system. On October 23, the Hungarian Revolution erupted. It was ferociously smashed by Soviet tanks. Stalinism persisted in Romania until December 1989. I remember a New Year’s eve party in the late 1960s at my cousin Olga’s place. Among the guests, Emilia Petrescu Cironeanu’s son. If memory helps me, his name was Vali, from Valeriu or Valentin…


Un superb rondel de Leonid Dimov

16/11/2015

LEONID DIMOV

Rondelul semnului ceresc

Mi-ai îndreptat şuviţa de pe frunte
Şi gulerul cămăşii, auster,
Eram elev intr-un liceu de frunte
Iar tu croitoreasă în cartier.

Venisem să te duc la noi, la munte,
Unde domnea un împărat de fier
Mi-ai îndreptat şuviţa de pe frunte
Şi gulerul cămăşii, auster.

Ţi-am spus să-ţi pui ilicul prins în funte
Pantofii galbeni, mantia de jder…
Când am trecut apoi de burg, de punte,
Iar semnul l-am văzut pe cer,
Mi-ai îndreptat şuviţa de pe frunte.

 


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