December 4, 2023
Behind the Fallen Curtain
There are a few hours left until my brother’s funeral. Today, 04.12.2023, from 09.00 he will lie in the foyer of the Youth Theatre in Piatra Neamț, where we shall take our leave of him.
There are a few hours left and I have not managed to close an eye. It is a kind of vigil at a distance: I, in his flat; he, in the chapel less than a kilometre from me. We should still have much to say to one another, very much, although in the last year we spent more time together than in our whole lives put together, and we talked much and of many things during the long periods of treatment when he lived with me.
One thing alone I had not the courage to tell him in these hard last 11 months: I had not the strength to tell him that he had made a fundamentally wrong choice, a choice which unfortunately proved fatal to him.
Yes, he was vaccinated. Twice, with Astra Zeneca.
I am convinced, absolutely convinced, that this “treatment” played a decisive part in setting off the galloping lung cancer that finished him.
Whence my conviction that my brother was killed: Florin was killed by those who induced or persuaded him to do what I had told him not to do.
Yes! Mircea Florin was killed by the whole vaccinist clique — from the country’s first vaccinist, Iohannis, from the Cîțus, the Arafats, the Gheorghițăs, down to the last propagandist of the vaccine: all are co-authors of this crime.
And I shall never forgive them!
Cursed be you, criminals!
But above all I cannot forgive myself my own incapacity to protect from the vaccinist clique — or even from themselves — those of my family, those closest to me… I failed! And my failure is graver than the deed of the criminals mentioned above: my word was weak, it was impotent before the assault of the vaccinists, an impotence that proved fratricidal.
In a way, through my weakness and the impotence of my word, I made myself a partaker with my brother’s killers, an accomplice in the murder of my own brother!
I am sorry, my brother!
Forgive me, Florin!
Is there anything else to say?
Yes!
God rest him in peace!
And forgive us, us who are weak, and foolish, and impotent before the criminal lie!
The rest is silence.
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