Thanks for your polite request.
Since you, too, do not know Hebrew, I’ll try to clarify in my hopefully not too high-brow English:

I read in your comment a sincere desire to gain knowledge and understanding in spite of all the misconceptions and mis/disinformation you were force-fed throughout life.

Hence, I was suggesting that Dan C. will take you along when he goes to S.P.E.R in his honest search for truth.

For some reasons, and as proved by the low brow racist “banca” Dan C. allowed himself to post, you may not wish to wait till doomsday. If right I am – go to the sources on your own, don’t wait.

OK Dan C.
Let’s explore that over-chewed – by now disgracefully unmasking – “banca”.
Don’t bank on it. (= do not remain banked there, do not put your faith in it).

As an original and free thinking fellow, pray tell me what was your personal response to that offer of “Porunci”. I’m sure you were approached by Her as well, as every human being is, from birth to the last day. Haven’t you?

As for myself, I knew and know one pretty well: Porunca Vremei. The fascist newspaper where God was replaced by venom, hatred, murdereous incitement against Jews, Gypsies, homosexuals, and so on.

I’ve read those pages – in the National Library of Vienna, Austria – for many painful hours during the two weeks of Summer 1973. I had to go there as I was warned at Yad Vashem (The Holocaust Memorial Center in Jerusalem) not even to mention it in Romania.

I was looking for three polemic letters that my father – prior to the deportation to the slave labor camps – wrote the editor and traveling by train (which was forbidden to Jewish people), mailed them each time from another city.

The Editor then published some paragraphs and responded in his hate-full eloquence.

My father couldn’t keep copies, it was too dangerous. The paper’s building was bombed and destroyed by the allies. My father had died of a heart failure in 1958, yet I never forgot how throughout those few years in Israel he was recalling his act of courage, how sad he was that he had no copies.

In the Spring of 1973, as my first book of literary prose was published in Israel, I decided to bring to light father’s deed.

That’s how my trip back to my Romanian past had started and is still progressing.

I believe these conversations are important.

Thanks, Dragos.

“dar stricata cum este – probabil e mai buna decat Ebraica lui Dan C. Nu asa? Nu ai risine, Dan C.? Ci fel de evreu esti?” de unde pana unde? m-ati pierdut pe drum

“Adevarul e ca commisia a fost internationala, nu straina, cu oameni savantii romani intre ei. Si nu crede ca treaba lor a fost usuoara” – n-am zis ca a fost usoara sau grea am zis ca a fost mai mult ca sigur organizata pe o tema dictata, impusa, cu rezultat clar de la inceput, etc

Si inca o chestie foarte importanta daca tot ma luati peste picior. Ma refeream la TIGANI nu la evrei cu comentariul meu de mai sus.

Dumnezeu coboara pe pamant sa-si aleaga poporul.

Se duce la tigani:
“Vreti sa fiti poporul ales?”
“Vrem, mosule”
“Dar trebuie sa va dau o porunca…”
“Da-ne-o, mosule”
“Sa nu mai furati.”
“Mersi, mosule, nu ne intereseaza”

Se duce la evrei:
“Vreti sa fiti poporul ales?”
“Da.”
“Dar trebuie sa va dau o porunca…”
“Cat costa?”
“Pai nu costa nimic….”
“Da-ne 10!”

acuma faceti un comentariu va rog si la bancul asta mioritic neexaminat de nici o comisie internationala (inca)

Si mie mi se parea ca nu prea esti o minoritate – dar vad ca ironia mea a fost (lost on you) perduta pe tine.

Ai dreptate, limba mea Romana a fost mai mult decat stricata. La virsta de 12 ani, December 1947, cind am plecat illegal din Tecuci, citeam cu iubire literatura romana. Primile 4 ani am invatat la scoala ebraica, acolo primeam in fiecare an primul prize (=?).
Anul al 5 (1946-47 am mers la liceu unde eram numai 3 elevi evrei. Eu rimineam in clasa cind aveuau examine de religia crestina si le suflam fara sa descid macar Noul Testament.

Totus, cind profesoru a spus, “Corinna e cea mai buna si in gramatica!”, ma asteptat afara Majoritatea sa ma bata, tipind, “Zidanca dute la Palestina”. Am fugit pina la o librarie care proprietaru era evreu si acolo am stat pana au plecat.

In Israel, unde am ajuns dupa 6 luni in Cyprus guardati de Englezi, am invitat Ebraica asa, ca dupa 2 ani n-a ramas o vorba care nu o stiam.

Dar din prima zi In Israel taticul nu nea dat voia sa vorbim Romaneste.

Nul judec: cand a zbucnit rizboiul sa dus la armata si immediat – ca Romania lui Antonescu chose (=?) sa fie ally of The Nazi Germany – a fost dat afara din armata, el si toti evreii. Pe tren in drum a casa un prieten crestin ia spus, “Hai sa te ascund in lavatory =?) ca se arunca evreie din tren cand merge in full speed (=?).

Si omul, chiar un adevarat om! a stat langa usa de lavatory ca nimeni sa nu-l gaseasca toate orele pina a ajuns la Tecuci.

Apoi, la chemat bravuri fascists – un prieten care a invitat cu el la liceu – la primaria. si cu pistolu la capul taticului meu, la fortat sa renunte la business permit.

Apoi, sau inainte, cand a fost cutremul la December 1940, toti barbati de la varsta de 15 ani si batrani au fost fortat sa curete debris (=?) cu mainele goale, in frigul ala mare.

Apoi, cu toti barbatii evrei including (=?) baieti de 15 ani – a fost luat la munca slava (=forced labor). Taticul meu nu prea vorbea despre perioda asta, era traumatizat destul. Fratele mamei mi-a spus ca lucrau la railroads (=?) si tot timpul traceau (=passed) trenuri cu soldati germani si puscau (were shooting at them) asa ca jandarmii romani, care si iei erau in pericol, puneau cineva sa stea cu urechea pe line, sa auda cind vine un tren si sa se ascunda.

tare ma oboseste sa scriu in limba asta dulce si perduta.
dar stricata cum este – probabil e mai buna decat Ebraica lui Dan C. Nu asa? Nu ai risine, Dan C.? Ci fel de evreu esti?

Acum, in mod serios: Nu cred ca problema e ca toti care sunt negativ aici sunt oameni rei (evil people). In contrary, citesc intre linei sentiment de vinovatie, ca numai un om care se simte vinovat, arunca vina pe altii.
Asta si asta nu are loc. Idea nu este sa fie judecati.
Nu ajuta viitorul umanitatei, personala si comuna.

Trebue sa invitam trecutul adevarat, ca sa nu se intoarca.

Adevarul e ca commisia a fost internationala, nu straina, cu oameni savantii romani intre ei. Si nu crede ca treaba lor a fost usuoara.

Immediat cint sa scimbat regimul, mergea in Romania o gluma: “Rosiile verde au rosit prin noapte” (eu am auzit-o la Yad Vashem pe Ebraica). Toti Fascistii – care aveau costume verde – au devenit overnight communisti.

Asa ca timp de 44 de ani ati avut proffesori tare objectivi, cu Ceaucescu in capul lor.

Bun Noroc.

ca a fost o comisia international in Romania care a scris and published in November 2004 un report de 400 pagine: “The 400-page report details the history of the Holocaust in Romania as well as the Commission’s conclusions and recommendations on how the government can foster Holocaust awareness, remembrance, and education in Romania. ”

va rog sim spui dupa ce ai citit, Dan C. daca ai invitat ceva care eu nu stiu (in afara de ce am invitat pe aicia). Poate pe drum o sa te duc si la S.P.E.R. Ca sa nu te simti ca o minoritate, ea cu tina si pe Serba, Faninho, etc.

Daca asi fi mai sanatoasa, asi veni si eu, sa-ti tin mana. Dar Antonescu, care a-facut-prea-putin, ma ajutat frumos in asta.

Si de Norman Manea ai auzit vreodata?
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Manea

P.S. poti sa-mi stergi comentariul daca te deranjeaza, doar e o tara libera.