I was born in Vălenii de Munte, in 1948, on a beautiful day. It was a holiday. I was born at 11 months, it is written in the documents. I weighed 5 kilograms and 200 grams, I had hair, and nails. My mother said, “You were huge.” Giving birth to a five-kilo monster is not easy.
But, unfortunately, I was born at the same time as the republic, in 1948, in sad times. But in the family, of course, a universe is created and my family tried all sorts of things to preserve our childhood. But it was always, “this is not possible”, or “this cannot be done”. Maybe I wanted a toy or to go to a fair, these were things we couldn’t even dream of having. But I…
