Buried Children
by Daniel Farcas
I’m not a writer, I didn’t write this book, life wrote this book. All I can offer you is my reality, my simple truth. The book burst out of my journal as its own identity after 20 years of weekly confessions. I guess you couldn’t really understand me and my friends sufferance without reading this book.
What happened under the communist streets of Bucharest will sink into your mind...