Teodor Stanca

…in the first place the trial was a closed trial, which the family of those arrested attended only if they found out. I don’t know whether they were informed officially or by other channels. And there were also representatives appointed by the Securitate, from among the students and from the workers or, who knows, other representatives of public opinion. They were brought into the dock one by one. In other words, so they wouldn’t find out what had been said before them. So, the charges were read, as is usual in a trial like that. The prosecutor decided to make an example of them, treating the movement as anti-communist and anti-Romanian. The defence was just a matter of form and lawyers were assigned to us. Even if they tried to deflect our guilt, based on attenuating circumstances due to our age, they generally used the same language as the indictment against us, arguing that we had had an inappropriate education at school and university, that the teachers had not paid attention to instilling young people with communist morals, and the precepts on which they had based education since the reforms. So, on the part of the defence there wasn’t any visible effort to defend the case, to achieve a result in our favour. Because they accepted everything, almost everything that the Securitate had put in the files. Of course, plenty of witnesses were called, especially from among the students who had taken part at the meeting and some of whom had been forced or specially coached as to what to declare, how to condemn us. They included Party Secretaries, secretaries from the Union of Working-class Youth, as well as a few teachers.

…on Christmas Eve they put together a train, with a few of these wagons, which were special prison-van wagons, for Gherla. I can’t remember exactly how long the journey took, I think it was a day, or at least a day and a night we were in that wagon. Us, the ones with the longest sentences, Muțiu, Baghiu and myself, they put inside a storeroom in the wagon, like an isolation cell, very small and narrow, so that we could barely breathe or move our legs. When we reached Gherla our legs had swollen up from not being able to move. Out of our group we were probably seen as the most dangerous and they paid us special attention. I know that we talked about that on the date of our departure. From the Penitentiary here they loaded us into vans used for transporting prisoners and we were taken to the Northern Station, to a siding there, where they were waiting for the wagons that were to transport us to be repaired. At one point, a manoeuvre was made, there was confusion, and contact was lost between the column of prisoners and the guards, and later we reproached ourselves for not having taken the opportunity to escape. In time, however, after a few years in prison, we realised it would have been a mistake, because in that period it was almost impossible to hide or to find an opportunity to escape, you had to brave the frontier or swim across the Danube or who knows what other means… R: And you would have run the risk of a harsher sentence! I: I would have risked a much longer sentence and obviously the punishments that applied to other attempted escapes. But we talked about that moment a lot, especially Muțiu, who was quite… at that age, because we were quite young, rather adventurous, dynamic. He said: “Lord, how stupid we were for not taking that chance.” But let us leave that aside. So, on Christmas Eve, we arrived at Gherla.

…if they caught you with a piece of soap or a bit of wood on which you had scraped words… in a language… in a foreign language, to memorise them and then re-use the material, if they discovered you with something like that, something completely innocent, banal in a way, but which they treated as disobedience, as breaking the rules, they put you in isolation, usually for a week. What did isolation mean? Even if it was in winter, they threw you in an unheated cell, the bed didn’t have a mattress, just that iron mesh (that was in our period, because before that there were no beds, just bare wooden bunks). And they fed you every third day, and on the other days they just gave you a lukewarm mug of salty water. And they kept you there for days, for weeks, because it seemed to them you had disobeyed the prison rules.