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From different dead people, I changed my broken or wet clothes, at a run, if there were at least dry, a lot “safer” than my own. After what the telling of that mate, from the village, I was being careful not to freeze. Even then, when the senses of the extremities went away, I unshod and with the hat I was rubbing my feet, my thenar so it wont freeze. I was not worried in how much time I would get home, in my country, the purpose was to get there altogether with any flesh bones. I went the long way round the villages, the train stations and any populated place. If they would have caught me, they would have shot me for running away not for the weapon stealth, how they usually explained the death of many soldiers so that the occurrence of running away won’t be known. Harassing my being and usually “crossing” through were military operations have already been happening and most of the time under the darks protection; I was living only from the rest of food that I could find at the dead soldiers. The biggest problem was to pass from Moldavia to Ardeal. The frontiers were being watched by the “new” masters. It may be inconceivable but the wolves got me away, so that they won’t catch me. After almost three months I got in “my Transylvanian village”, in the beautiful way that Sugariu used to write. In here it was harder than I expected. Those (the Hungarian police) were daily passing through my house. I couldn’t come close to my family and don’t put them in danger. In a bank of Somes River from where people used to take out clay, an excavation formed out. I used to spend my days there and at night I got through one neighbors yard in our shed where I started to dig a cell. The land that came off I took it to the Somes River. This operation, of digging a shelter in our shed and only at night with my fears, it may have last for a while, but what I remember for sure was that through my skin you could notice all my bones, you could study anatomy. Ending the built of the cottage also concluded with my physical and psychical breakdown. I have fallen in a deep and long sleep. I still had days. Getting out of this half dead state, I hardly managed “to stand on my feet”. Now, I was not stressed anymore to clean off all the marks how I used to in that excavation from the Somes bank, so that in case someone will pass and notice traces of fresh cohabitation, that would betray my presence there. In the cellar from under the house I lived like an animal for more than a year. After strengthening I contacted the shepherds, knowing what kind of people they are, and after this through them and their people, through old helpmates, we made a group, which continuously looked to harass and sabotage the occupants, fact that allowed us the control of a bigger area and that was when I took contact with my family. I told you all this, I got with my story into your stories, because in our town used to be a monument on which was written: “Eternal blaze for the Soviet Army heroes that gave their life for the liberation of their country’s land”, I might have quoted wrong. Well, we all forget sometimes. The leaders of those days, from the war time, until September seventh 1944, subordinated all the Romanian armies to the Red Army.

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