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I wish not for the death of errants,
but for their return to the right path.

I am not here for vengeance,
but to gather, with a loving heart,

those willing to join
in the betterment of the Nation.

Seeing the representatives
of all Romanians,

from Nistru to Tisa,
from Hotin to the sea,

from Boian to Vatra Dornei,
from Sătmar to Săcele,

I think with respect
of the 800.000 dead

in Transylvania,
Bukovina and Bessarabia,

who, with their blood,
have forever cemented

the unification of the Country.

Let us all work together

for our dearest possession:
our Country.

Romanians all over,
join your thoughts and hearts!

Forward, to our labour!

THE DEAD NATION
- fragments of parallel lives -

Long live our King,

In peace and honour,

He is our country's banner,

For him with joy we sing!

May he lead us ahead

May his fame always spread

For victory in wars!...

In the '30s, photographer
Costică Acsinte opens his own studio,

"Foto Splendid",
in South-Eastern Romania.

Our Legion proud
By oath is bound

The price in blood to pay.

The sacrifices made,
The strength of blades

Will lead to our victory day!

Dear heroes watch over us,

Guiding the Legion on its way.
A brave death is all we want,

For it to Them we pray.

At the end of 1937, in Bucharest,
Dr. Emil Dorian starts keeping a journal.

December 30th.

A bolt from the blue:
Goga is now Prime Minister.

No one expected it.

The Jews are expecting disaster.

We see the fruits
of anti-Semitic nationalism,

supported for years by all the parties.

Goga will enforce
his racist convictions.

Several newspapers were closed
because Goga wanted vengeance.

The collapse is general.

People expect the same measures
introduced by Hitler in Germany.

January 6th.
A sad observation:

People don't need freedom.
It makes them sterile.

But collective discipline
gives them peace.

January 14th.
It finally happened:

I was fired from
Social Insurance for being a Jew.

Newspapers boys announce:
"No More Jewish Doctors in Insurance!"

Victory is theirs,
nationalism has won.

I took it rather calmly.

I'd have preferred fewer calls of sympathy.

January 25th.

The TB Hospital
has a single Jewish patient.

Prompted by an employee
of the Universul newspaper,

the Christian patients petitioned
for the Jew to be thrown out.

The most insulting
measure against Jews

is the reappraisal of citizenship.

The Jews shouldn't accept it.
Citizenship is definitive.

How inept,
to reconsider such an act,

which has created enduring identities!

One million people
are slapped in the face,

forced to travel all over the country
for documents,

and to accept the 20-day deadline.

If I knew my family was safe,
I would refuse to go.

What is the value of citizenship if
any Minister can suspend it?

Our King has given an interview.
He was very honest.

He assures that
there will be no pogrom,

but Jews could make it easier
by leaving Romania willingly.

August 15th.

22 years ago today,
the waters of an age were parted.

I crossed a country at war.
I was torn between poetry and reality.

I couldn't overcome
an adolescence of deprivation.

Those events still echo inside me.

What became of the orphaned nurse
who swore she would kill

the man who starts the next war?

Or the sick peasant
who shouted:

"I'll stab the man
who sent Dad off to die!"

Or the wounded magistrate
who moaned:

"Doctor, the Country is sacred,
but my life is more sacred!"

"Kill me if the Country couldn't!"

And that Bavarian boy, who,
after days of starving,

when asked for information
on the German troops, screamed:

"For bread I'll sell
my country and the Emperor!"

And others I met at the crossroads
of tears, hunger, blood and death.

How to live with
these memories for 25 years,

while criminals plan
those horrors again?

My daughters
are dancing in the next room,

while on the radio
a girl has announced

all the horrors of death
from all over the world.

November 30th.
New events confirm the rumours

about synagogues burning
across the country.

Yesterday's assassination
of a University Rector,

the bombing of a Jewish play
in a theatre

and the shooting of Codreanu
and other Legionnaires (fascists).

Officially, they tried to escape

and were all shot to death
because of the fog.

It's still the Jews who
worry most about the future.

Tragic experience has taught them
they must be the scapegoats.

You fight bravely
For our goal

To end our country's misery!

Free us poor peasants
From our toils and misery,

For dirty Jews and thieves
Suck our lifeblood ceaselessly.

January 2nd.

Historian Iorga gives statistics
of doctors' ethnicities,

concluding that Jewish doctors
are more numerous.

We still have
too few doctors for the country's needs.

Fire them, hang them! Fine.

What I find criminal is his claim

that Romania's sanitary situation
is caused by the Jewish doctors.

People with common sense
know this is abominable.

But the others...

Things are progressing fast.

Now there's a single, Fascist Party
and it will run for Parliament.

They have a uniform:,
the Roman salute is now obligatory.

The rest will follow.

September 1st.
The war has started.

Hitler has attacked Poland
and annexed Danzig.

Death is getting close.

People were fine with the murders
in China - it was all so far.

September 21st.

Legionnaires (fascists)
have shot the Prime Minister.

It was announced on the radio,

probably by a Legionnaire
who had entered by force.

September 24th.
Arrests and executions.

There were many more executions
than announced.

Dead Legionnaires were exposed
in public squares.

In Bucharest people flocked to see
the bodies exposed

where the Prime Minister was murdered.

A girl I know asked her father,

instead of icecream,
to let her see the bodies.

December 31st.

All hearts tremble, less for the past,
than for the next year.

The cheap emotion of tradition
turns dramatic.

This time, "What next?"
truly echoes in our hearts.

What next?

I warmly wish my country,
as is the habit, "Happy New Year!"

Good tidings!

June 28th.
History is getting closer.

Lightning has struck: the Soviet demand
Bessarabia and northern Bukovina.

Germany and Italy don't support us.

The Crown Council accepted
Russia's demands.

A minute of silence
leaves our country breathless

at the supreme moment when
Bessarabia is ripped from its body.

In the land stolen from us,

sons of Judas whom we raised too kindly
rejoice in the streets.

See them laugh, while
the Motherland bleeds!

June 30th.
Jews are increasingly resented.

People say they welcomed
the Russians in Bukovina and Bessarabia.

The radio in Rome spreads huge lies.

They claimed 3.000 Jews
manifested at the Soviet embassy

convincing the Russians
to ask for Bessarabia.

Now they claim Bukovinan Jews threw
stones at withdrawing Romanian soldiers.

The scapegoat hunt begins.

Today, Jewish students of Medicine
were prevented from taking their exams.

July 16th.

There are unbelievable rumours
of crimes on trains.

The soldiers' pogrom against
their comrades seems inexplicable.

We know what happened during
the retreat from Bessarabia and Bukovina.

Formerly persecuted Communists
and withdrawing soldiers caused destruction,

and the remaining population
may have acted violently.

This is all common
in exceptional times.

I can understand soldiers
acting cruelly out of frustration.

But killing Jews like dogs
in a peaceful Romanian town

is an act of unimaginable savagery.

But let's say, in some village
full of poor Jews,

recent vexations led to serious deeds.

How to explain cold-blooded murder
against loyal Jewish military men?

How can a soldier throw his comrade
out of a running train?

These aren't some wild boys

having fun ripping
dirty Jewish beards.

This is the assassination of
innocent people,

though offended by the law,
soon to face starvation.

How can they still
conscript Jewish soldiers?

Is it cynicism, or a trap
to carry out the massacre?

August 1st.
Today I lost my last means of survival.

The bank whose physician I was
fired me, citing national reorganisation.

I only had 15 days' warning.

August 9th.

Many Christians don't understand
the Jews' humiliation as new pariahs.

Lovinescu told me the law
was "liberal and fair".

Only a poet married to a Jew
told me today:

"What does Hitler
have against you all?"

"He asks any friendly country
to give you grief."

The Jews already tell jokes
about their wretched destiny.

One goes: Christians have
3 new ways to address us-

"Mr. dirty Jew", "You dirty Jew",
and "Fuck off, dirty Jew",

by the 3 categories
of Jews defined by the law.

August 21st.

Is no one ashamed to read
the recent speeches

of H. O. Roth and
the Minister of Propaganda?

The Saxon dared rebuke the country
in the name of the German minority,

and the Romanian Minister
answered humbly:

"Germans here are on par
with the Romanians."

September 15th.

Romania is now a Legionnaire state!

Many MPs are Legionnaires:
Horia Sima rules the Council of Ministers.

The Legion is the only
recognised political movement,

meant "to improve Romania's
morals and creative powers".

Gen. Antonescu is the head
of the Legionnaire regime.

September 30th.

The Medical College has excluded
all Jewish doctors.

Now they can only treat Jews,
while Christian doctors can treat anyone,

because the Legionnaire principle says

to take money from Jews,
but never give them any.

October 8th.
The latest events:

Great Legionnaire manifestation;
German troops in the country.

Antonescu is wrong to put on
the fascist Green Shirt.

Gen. Antonescu
now wears the Green Shirt!

In his soul,
he has worn it for a long time.

Long live Gen. Antonescu!

Since we are of the same mind,
I ask you, Legionnaires,

to follow me, before the Heavens,
in reciting your oath:

For the Captain

and for our Nation,

before the King

and the General,

we pledge to lay down our life

to create a people and a country
like the holy Sun in the sky!

October 22nd.

The weariness of years
boils over like a powerless cry.

It sometimes weighs on me,
in a world of merciless disaster.

So much darkness
in this hateful century.

No wonder destructions will follow.

In the week of mystical exaltation
celebrating the Legionnaire Captain as a saint,

Emil Cioran stated on the radio that,
between Romania and the Captain,

he would have chosen
the Captain in a blink.

There were also executions: Prof. Iorga,
Madgearu, Iamandi, Gen. Argeșanu,

and about 65 other political prisoners.

Legionnaire youth, so sacred,
Souls pure as snow, steely limbs,

Wild and free like winds in April,
Thoughts as clear as mountain springs.

Our hands lift forever skyward
The new century's pure bud,

Raised with rock, fire, water's power,
Cemented with Dacian blood!

The Guard and the Captain
Turn us into hawks of iron,

The Country, the Captain,
And the Archangel Michael!

December 25th.

Christmas. Wilted, sterile.
No book.

Can't write a single line.
Huge snow, blocked roads.

I'm so numb
I can hardly write this.

Legionnaire death, weapon in our hand,
Is to us the dearest of all brides,

For the Cross and for our motherland
We level mountains, stand against the tide.

We're afraid of no tormentor dungeon,
Any enemy we can defy.

Even struck down by an evil truncheon,

Still, for our Captain
we will gladly die.

January 24th.
There was almost civil war.

Gen. Antonescu has explained:

The Legionnaires tried
to take the power.

What happened in the Văcărești area
cannot be described.

So many Jews were executed
by armed Legionnaires.

Dozens of Jewish bodies
were found on the road.

A merchant had his nose and arms broken,
then he was shot.

An old rabbi's two boys
were killed in his arms,

another had his tongue
and eyes cut out.

Jews were hung
in the slaughterhouse hooks,

some were thrown in the sewage
or on the streets.

Two bodies were identified
by a patient of mine.

More bodies were kept
outside the morgue, in the snow.

They keep identifying more.
People crowd the riverbanks by the morgue.

When they meet,
people tell of more crimes.

As for torture and beatings,
the list is infinite:

Jews forced to drink petrol,
crosses cut into their backs,

beatings and killings by women...

February 2nd.

Radio news on the 92 Jews
killed in Jilava:

Human cruelty
has never been so ferocious.

As in other cases, some of
the murdering monsters were women.

Ilie Rădulescu candidly denies
our country's bad reputation

caused by the pogrom.

More horrible details
are revealed.

Among themselves, the Jews
speak only of the tragedy.

They are still dazed,
as if drugged.

I didn't speak much with Christians:

Sonia is ashamed
and thunders against her people,

of which she says
that it doesn't deserve a state.

March 28th.

Jewish urban properties
are now confiscated.

Even poor people felt the emotion

caused by this mass
confiscation of Jewish houses.

Some worked hard
all their life to afford a home.

Others have only a shack
and they will lose it.

The houses will be given
to Christian attorneys, clerks, doctors...

This is justified through
Christianism and Nationalism.

It's hopelessly sad and absurd.

Romanian soldiers have celebrated Easter
by our Christian custom.

German officers and soldiers
were greeted with love.

- Christ is risen!
- Indeed he is risen!

The visitors were
impressed with our religious rituals

and the monument's grand architecture.

Then they visited the church

where they saw
the religious relics of our past.

Germans and Romanians together
celebrated the birthday of Chancellor Hitler,

the great ruler of
the destinies of all Germans.

June 22nd, 1941.
The Leader has ordered:

"Soldiers, cross the Prut River!"

"Crush the enemy
to the East and North!"

"Free our brothers
from the Red yoke of Bolshevism."

"Make the country's body whole again,
with ancient Bessarabia and Bukovina!"

People kneel all across
our free country and thank God.

The country is back
on the track of its great destiny.

Enthusiastically, on the first day
of war against Bolshevik barbarity,

the crowd cheers fervently for the Reich
and its Führer Adolf Hitler!

August 11th.
Hatred against Jews is frantic.

After the executions in Iași,
far exceeding the official version,

Jews were evacuated from
Moldovan towns in closed wagons,

dying horribly
of thirst and suffocation.

Tragic details keep pouring in.

The train station scenes with
miserable souls in sealed wagons,

which no one could approach,
exceed any sadistic fantasy.

Hundreds of people in cattle wagons,

drinking each other's urine,
screaming until they died, exhausted.

There were scenes of utter madness:
a man paid 20.000 Lei for a glass of water.

Others offered their jewelry for a sip.

The survivors will end up in the camps.

Like ancient rulers who,
before battle, bowed to God in praise,

Gen. Antonescu, his Staff and German officers
kneeled in an old church

and prayed for victory
against the barbarians.

The fearless Romanian army
has crushed the absurd borders

imposed on us by Bolshevik greed.

Our advance into Bukovina
is unstoppable.

Gen. Antonescu's army is so brave!

August 13th.

Recent events have
shaken me.

I am terrified because
I can't earn my bread.

I keep thinking of death.

An immense weariness rises in me,

muscles sore from
the manual labour I'm reduced to.

Everything seems dried up,
devoid of sense.

Maybe this is the best time
to end it all.

Romanian troops
marched again where, in 1918,

we affirmed our rule over Bessarabia.

August 16th.

For the second time,
I stopped writing here.

It feels like I've lived
20 years of life since.

A young man came back from
forced labour with a bad injury,

was rejected by Christian doctors
for being a dirty Jew,

had his bandage opened
and was thrown out bleeding.

Then a family of Jews was drowned.
In between, a long string of disasters.

Without radio or phone, I note
how we are humiliated, empoverished,

and now forced
to wear a yellow star.

Then all Jews from Bessarabia and Bukovina
were sent to Transnistria.

Towns were deserted within days.

Old people, women and children
left into the unknown.

When will we, in Bucharest, follow?

October 20th.
Odessa was conquered by Romania.

"We've traded Cluj for Odessa,"
someone said.

Newspapers say Romanian soldiers
were warmly greeted

then speak of fighting in the streets.

With spontaneous enthusiasm,

people everywhere
cheered for our glorious army,

for the King, our Leader,
and our great allies.

They cheer for the Head of our State,

glorious Marshal Antonescu.

November 14th.
We still fear deportation to Ukraine.

All Jews are obsessed
with it every moment.

Nothing is absurd anymore.

News from Jews deported
to Transnistria are ghastly.

Walking in the rain,
women and girls raped, starvation, suicides...

Benador looks scarily decomposed.

Gutted by the fear of
Bucharest Jews being evacuated,

he was scandalised by
two Jews amused by a funny story.

How can Jews still laugh?

In honour of the German Führer
and of the Duke of Fascism,

two squares have been
named Hitler Sq. and Mussolini Sq.

December 10th.

Mihai Ralea is what passes for
a Democrat here: amenable,

adapting to any form of government
which allows him a political career.

We spoke to him
of the Romanian people, but he said:

"Nothing can be done now. We've
assassinated 200.000 women and children."

He gave us details on
the killings in Bessarabia and Bukovina.

Women set on fire,
100 children buried to the neck, then shot,

Jews made to stand on a table in a canteen,
then hanged by the ceiling.

Our ruling Marshal
visited Transnistria,

where the Romanian administration
has a programme

to rebuild this region, so harmed
by the Bolshevik rule.

December 31st.

Without exaggeration,
this year has felt like ten.

Legionnaire mass killings
and now when,

as Hitler solemnly promised,
the war should be over,

our year was full of
blood, terror and despair.

Hard times for one who
looks around objectively,

trying to reconcile it all
with one's thoughts.

Marshal Antonescu evokes
our tradition of compassion:

"The orphans and the poor
await our Christian mercy."

"We can only grow
by strengthening our race,"

"and we cannot build our race
on poverty."

January 25th.

Of course Jews, whom the State uses
for all hard labour,

should be called to shovel snow.

They set out with shovels,
at -31 degrees.

The frostbite hit right away.
I treated many frozen ears.

Jews are so downtrodden that you must
be happy to live here, any way,

and not across the Dniester, where
hundreds starve to death daily.

News from there is horrible:,
I constantly think of those people,

when eating or writing, with
sterile powerlessness and mute anger.

What of the rest of us?

We know that
deportation is being considered again.

February 16th.

The news say that a large company
is testing a new lethal gas.

The subjects were 400 young Jews from
a labour camp. They all died.

In the U.S., Thomas Mann blamed it
on the whole German people:

they could have prevented
their leaders from committing this.

This cold murder - in the Netherlands -
seems worse

than machinegunning
innocent children,

or Jews of all ages dying of thirst
in sealed wagons,

or burning, covered in petrol.

Then you are silent again,
going through the mud of tomorrow,

through deaths by starvation
in Greece, and so on,

in this endless season,
whose days are grey, cold, bloodstained.

June 7th.

I hear someone was ordered to shoot
children in a truck, in Bessarabia.

He refused: "No, they're children.
If they were dirty Jews, I'd be glad to."

The children, who were in fact Jews,
were saved thanks to this "charitable" man.

June 29th.
Jews in Chernowitz are being deported.

On Sundays they can't
leave their homes.

That's when the authorities strike,
street after street.

Sirens blare to cover
the poor souls' desperate cries.

They are loaded into cattle wagons,
and thrown some bread and water.

There are piles of
their goods all over town.

Everyone buys them, even if
they don't condone these barbarities.

Since they're so cheap!

The Governor of Transnistria
and other officials

attended a solemn event at
the Heroes' Cemetery in Odessa.

The head of
the Orthodox mission in Transnistria,

officiated a commemorative service.

Everyone was reminded
of the Romanian army's heroic deeds here.

Let us take the oath
spoken by our Marshal:

"Before these graves,
I swear that I trust in our victory"

"and vow to fight harder,
for the honour and freedom of all Romanians!"

August 2nd.

Maize is rationed too:
1,5 kilos a week.

Jews don't get any, though.

It's the first basic foodstuff
which they are denied.

For sugar, they get half
or 1/3 of a ration.

But maize meal must be a national dish,
subject to ethical prohibition.

August 10th.

Galaction entered
the German-Romanian Association.

Other writers repeatedly
refused invitations.

Many were disappointed, thinking
the good priest was all neutral.

During the snow-shovelling,
he passed by some young Jews,

took a shovel and worked with them
for a few moments,

as a symbolic protest.

So, the good priest
acted the good part again.

August 19th.

The Romanianisation Centre
keeps confiscating Jewish homes.

New tenants are brought in.

Christian tenants will move from
uncomfortable houses to good ones,

while Jews will move
to shabby, expensive houses.

A captain went to see
the Jewish house he would rent.

The owner asked him
to come later,

at the hour established by
the Romanianisation Centre.

The captain grabbed him:

"I can shoot you like a dog!
I killed 50 like you in Odessa!"

September 8th.

The Jews locked up
in Bucharest schools were sent out.

Witnesses say it was horrible.

Screams filled the street.

Passers-by threw them
cigarettes and money.

Children wouldn't get on,
those left behind had to be pulled away.

They disinfect the schools,
then it's all forgotten.

September 15th.

A funny one
while waiting in line:

"So our children die on the front
to get Jews a country in Transnistria?!"

November 22nd.
Things progress fast.

The Soviets pushed in 100 km
at Stalingrad and took 18.000 prisoners.

The Germans had 13.000 dead and wounded.

The German troops in Stalingrad
are surrounded.

November 28th.

The number of Jews killed in Poland
grew from 700.000 to one million.

German massacres must have
reached frightening numbers,

if we count all the horrors
in occupied Soviet territory.

And the murders continue.

Our authorities seem to hesitate now
about anti-Jewish measures.

For now, it doesn't matter
whether it's because of events

or a return to
genuine human conscience.

January 10th.

Snow.
The Jews are off to work.

Near Cotroceni, a few were beaten by soldiers
for "being too slow".

The capital is becoming
a Jewish worksite.

The snow is an unforgiving
communal institution.

Since Stephen the Great,

the Church has been
the foundation of our nation.

In church, the Marshal has pledged

to have faith and fight fearlessly
for Romania.

We've never struck at anyone.

Romanians have never
coveted other nations' land.

We cannot be accused of
conquest in the East.

It is a holy war for national unity
and for defending Europe.

When we were forced
to defend our land,

preempting a new invasion
from across the Dniester,

it was not for destruction.

We brought there the cross of re-Christianisation
and supported the population.

April 4th.

A train with Jews from Thessaloniki
has stopped here on the way to Poland.

Their fate there is known.
They've been allowed no contact here.

Attempts to give them food or water
were prevented.

In the country once called
Orthodox Russia,

Christian crosses were removed
to make room for Jewish tombstones,

because Jews rule supreme there.

This is the home of a Jewish
political commissar, full of firearms,

because he owned the lives
of the Soviet proletarians.

May 26th.

Gas, the most fearsome weapon,
hasn't been used so far.

None of the many
warring parties dared to.

no matter how tragic
and desperate the fight.

This weapon seems to have been
reserved for the Jewish sector.

We keep hearing of Jews
under German occupation being gassed.

Despite official reports,
people refuse to believe this is possible.

Genuine scene in a tram:

A Jew offers his seat
to an old Christian.

"I won't sit here after a dirty Jew!"
he said fiercely.

A Christian gentleman nearby asks:

"You don't want the seat?"
"No, I don't!"

The other takes the Jew's seat.
Two minutes later, he stands up

and tells the old man:
"You can sit down. I've Romanianised it."

January 10th.
Yesterday I hailed a taxi.

The driver said:
"Do you know what car this is?"

"The Prime Minister
was assassinated in it!"

All lives depend
on the war's outcome, writers included.

Remy de Gourmont was bluffing
when he said about the previous war,

"It didn't bother me."

And Montherlant's claims that
art cannot stop because of war

because the artist's only goal
is personal - that's nonsense.

Let's see them say it today,
when France is ruined,

not in 1938, when the French still
believed in their strength.

Air raid sirens!

To the cannons!

Anti-aircraft artillery stop the enemy bombers.

But the enemy is undeterred.
Anti-aircraft guns increase their fire!

Yesterday we saw
the horror of American bombing.

Hundreds of bombers
flew over Bucharest,

raining bombs on us.

It was a terrible time.

Between bombs,
I ran to my first-aid post.

My family was
scared to death in the shelter.

A bomb hit a nearby house,
crushing the grocer's family.

Bombs also fell
on Mărășești Boulevard.

So many victims,
incalculable damage.

Many died in bombed shelters.

No more water and electricity,
trams barely running.

My nephew found
all his neighbours dead - 11 people.

Dozens of people died suffocated
in a shelter nearby.

Hundreds more died
in the Obor shelter.

Some estimate about 2.000 victims.

We wait, in fear, for more disasters.

April 14th.

Little Clara is 9;
she's one of the hundreds of orphans

sent from Transnistria
to be shipped to Palestine.

Her tiny body
bears the stigmata of malnutrition:

swollen abdomen, thin legs.

When she was 6, her parents
took her with them to Chernowitz.

Then deportations to Transnistria started.
They spent 3 years there.

Friends of ours care for her lovingly,
until she is sent for Palestine.

She speaks of death
with petrifying nonchalance.

"Each morning I'd see dead boys and girls.
I stepped on bodies."

"I don't know how I survived."

"I ate beetroot and potato peels."

Now borscht or
potato stew make her sick.

What's scary is how she hates
Christians, whom she fears viscerally.

A friend was visiting my daughter.

She saw him enter
and ran to us, screaming:

"There's a Christian in there!
Make him leave!"

"He's not a Christian, dear."
"But he speaks Romanian!"

She refuses to speak it.

She learned Yiddish precisely
to not use Romanian.

June 24th.

After similar letters,

Patriarch Nicodim wrote
to the Archbishop of London,

pleading for the bombing to cease.

His arguments are the same:

Romanians are, of course, kind,
generous and deeply loving.

Surely, the Archbishop
has seen how tolerant Romanians are:

They've never oppressed
those of other faiths or origins.

The letter needs no further comment,

particularly where the high prelate
states that basic war decency

asks that only militants be killed,

not innocent women,
children and elderly people.

The Archbishop of Canterbury is
fully aware of those realities,

as is the Patriarch,
in all their cruelty.

He's witnessed all
the injustice and abuse.

So he knows what answer to expect.

August 23rd.

We heard King Michael's
proclamation on the radio

announcing our changing sides
to the Allied camp,

taking Transylvania back,
the reinstatement of freedom

and a new Government,
including Communists and Socialists.

The Communist leader
read out the amnesty

of all political prisoners,
excepting Legionnaires.

Romania's history
has turned a colossal page.

We all went out on the streets, cheering.

The neighbours offered us champagne,
then we went to see some friends.

Passers-by shouted "Hooray for peace!"

April 10th.

If someone interviewed
the Romanian people -

the prejudice-ridden majority
of leaders and the middle class -

our current situation would look painful.

Many say:

"Why do Jews go to the People's Tribunal
for political revenge?"

"The wheel could turn someday."

The answer is
that they are criminally wrong.

Our agreement with the Allies includes
punishment for war criminals.

The People's Tribunal
was not formed by and of Jews.

Many Jews stand witness

because they were subject to
Romanian cruelty in Transnistria.

The others are unconvinced,
fake smiles hiding wounded dignity.

An actress friend told me:
"I hate workers like dung worms!"

Another bitter line in the
interview with the Romanian people.

May 9th.

Germany has capitulated.
War is over in Europe.

A historical, military, and political
reality awaited for over 5 years.

Germany has capitulated.
That is all.

After all their crimes, pillage,
disasters and savagery,

crushed in their own country
surrounded by Allied forces,

the Germans have surrendered.
It was bound to happen.

We expected it 3, 2, one year ago.
Yet no one tried to rebel.

No one could stop the decline
of a country crazed with megalomania,

poisoned by hatred,
open to imbecility and cruelty.

Nothing to write,
nothing to comment.

June.
The People's Tribunal continues its work.

But there's less interest than
for the first trial.

It's like a holiday meeting.

Newspapers give perfunctory,
dull reports.

Hardly anyone reads them.

Still, more beasts are being tried,
as bad as the first glorious lot.

Many people are still
missing or unidentified.

Many criminals will remain in
state jobs, in the military, everywhere.

What became of General Georgescu,
who in '42 was telling his barber:

"I killed so many Jews,
to my heart's content and beyond!"

The Bucharest population has cheered
our delegates' return from Moscow,

after negotiations
with excellent results for us.

A crowd gathered at the
airport to welcome them

and express gratitude to
our great neighbour, the Soviet Union.

At landing, the enthusiastic crowd
broke the cordons.

People hailed Generalissimus Stalin,
and our government,

and the eternal
Romanian-Soviet friendship.

Prime Minister Dr. Petru Groza stated:

"I hope that the wind carries
our voice throughout the country,"

"so that you may know we come
from the home of our great neighbour,"

"the Soviet Union!"

People chant "Sta-lin! Sta-lin!"

"Stu-dents sup-port
the work-ing class!"

"U-S-S-R!"

February 28th.

Titel Petrescu, the ridiculous
politician, said:

"We've never had
religious intolerance."

"There was anti-Semitism, but all because
of the Jews trying to take over commerce,"

"entering conflict with the Romanians."

So a Marxist can still utter
such nonsense?

His theory will certainly
spread and be exploited.

Soon, we will surely hear
the Jews have taken over democracy,

which will justify
the new anti-Semitism.

Sadly, there's no way to react,
nowhere to write to.

"Sticking together" means being silent
and swallowing it all together.

June 2nd.

The two Antonescus, Piki Vasiliu,
and Alexianu have been executed.

The other three who were
also sentenced to death

had it shifted to hard labour for life.

I think this ends the major
sentences for war criminals.

"It's too late,
Romanians are too kind" etc.

A few more will be sentenced,
amid general indifference.

Then the elections will come.

And we will continue rebuilding
the country and re-educating people...