We accepted that mission. The volunteers who found in themselves the courage and the strong will to face the grim barred world of the NeuroPsychiatric Hospital in Siret started placing one brick of hope upon another.
First, we renovated the old building. We painted the walls, but we could not whitewash the memory of 600 children being lined up against them, endlessly rocking back and forth, seeking relief as if from a bad dream.
We fixed the plumming, but we could not forget the terrible smell of the one single toilet that served the tens of children locked in the basement.
We repaired the electrical wiring, but could not shed light or any human logic on the systematic abuse, beating, raping, and torture by malnutrition or neglect that saw 1500 children die within those walls, supposedly under adult care and supervision.