Personal Essay: Night Train to Maramureș / by Bear Guerra

As a child growing up in Caracas, Venezuela, I’d always hear stories from my mother about her native Romania. The pictures these stories would elicit in my mind were colorful and slightly blurred, and always shrouded in mystery. My mom had fled the Ceaușescu dictatorship as a young college graduate, and seemed eager to forget the hardships of life under communism — perhaps this is why many of her tales often missed important details, like names, and dates, and faces, as if she’d edited them deep in her own subconscious. 

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