Entry no.: 861
19 Oct 2009, 12:56 PM
Romanian-German writer Herta Müller describes her ongoing experience of Securitate terror.
Time and again he would throw my identity card on the floor, and I had to bend down and pick it up. Thirty or forty times maybe; when I got slower, he kicked me in the small of my back. And from behind the door at the end of the table I heard a woman's voice screaming.
What can we do? Never forget. Never forgive.