We are obliged by means of culture to reveal the genocide of Rroma extermination within Europe, during the World War II. We are obliged)to those who suffered and those who were exterminated due to racial reasons.
     
We are obliged to our grand parents and our relatives, to bring them flowers, tears, and a sacred memory.

     We are obliged to those who will come, to our children, grandchildren, this is why we must fight and defend our rights and liberties. We are indebted to arrange in history pages the testimonies of our dead, and show the truth about our past to the entire world. We must learn that if we want to achieve something we have to fight for it; our past was buried for so many years, our history must be searched in the testimonies of those who took part in the events, those who were eyewitnesses to the facts regarding our community.

     History has always been written in blood. The shattered blood obliges us to bring to light all events that have taken place over the centuries. Whether these are shameful or heroic, it is our duty to honor or denounce those events so that people will not have to endure any more atrocities.
With this in mind, we would like to bring to your attention an authentic page of history, unknown events or rather hidden events.
     Shocking testimonies of the Holocaust survivors horrifies and makes one ponder the depths of human cruelty. The pain and suffering of the Holocaust events, relayed between tears and sobbing by the few Roma survivors, are fully transmitted to the audience.
     Each narrated story has something special, but all of them have a common denominator: death and suffering. The grief of those adamant to survive touches you, thrills you, makes you feel as though you are a part of the events. The despair and grief of adults and children drowned, shot, or starved to death, rise to the sky like a frightful death hymn.
     Thousands of deportees were forced to abandon their children on the sides of the roads—roads already paved with dead Romani people—dead from the cold, hunger or fatigue…The extermination was unfathomable, beyond the limits of the imagination. Cruelty was the main word and state of mind.
The names of those who were killed, those who suffered due to the inhumanity of the Romanian soldiers, Nazi soldiers or the Russians, are told with pain and tears in their eyes by those who witnessed the atrocities.
     Each one of the survivors has internal scars and their souls were permanently wounded. The loss of a child, a sibling, a parent, a grandparent or just the image of the dead people along the roads and the fields, can never be erased from their memories.
     The Bug, a place of exile for some and a place of death for others, was undiscriminating in its choice of Roma: rich and poor, skilled and unskilled, even those whose husbands or children were soldiers in the Romanian army were detained. Orders to deport Roma were so rushed that in some situations they deported even Romanian people…
     The sight of underground shelters dug in the frozen soil, shelters which became graves when the spring soil softened, the sight of common graves with Roma and Jews, the sight of decomposed bodies torn by wild animals or birds is a shocking testimony to a dark part of our history.
It is painful to realize that each survivor’s story seems to be the most horrific only until you hear the next, exhausting all of your imagination and realizing that the tales are no longer starting with ”Once upon a time..”
     Truth is cruel and grows increasingly painful by every page you read. When you finish reading the book, close the covers gently, for you do not want to hurt any more the ones that were hurt forever…Wipe the tear that starts to drip from your eye…