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There  were hundreds of orphans in Romania.“An image is worth a thousand words”, as the photos describe. (see photos). Neglect.  Children ignored by inattentive or cruel monitors who haven’t the time or mandate to care for them.

Crying children.  Starving. For bread, or milk, for bread and milk, a minimum for survival, a modicum of compassion.  Children who long for but one act, a hug, from a Mother, or from anyone who would pretend to be, even if it was just for a few moments.The orphanage where Loredana grew up had three pavilions.The first building sheltered children seven years or less, like her.The second was for the older group, eight to eighteen year old. That was where Loredana’s best friend Violeta resided, and from whom she learned about the world, and of her Mother, who was not an actress like Marilyn Monroe, as Loredana had always believed.

 The third building housed the “rejects”, the “throw-aways”, the mentally unstable, or at least those who were said to be…Like Vlad, supposedly autistic and stupid, but who would actually turn out to be the  most intelligent man that Loredana would ever meet in her lifetime.With the exception of  Valentin…the love of her life.

histoire, Roumanie, dictateur, roman, loredana, marc fisher
histoire, Roumanie, dictateur, roman, loredana, marc fisher
histoire, Roumanie, dictateur


In 1974, Ceausescu’s regime takes power in Romania.Ceausescu initiates a totalitarian regime, conceivably an antecedent to Donald Trump, who admits to being a “stable genius”, Ceausescu anoints himself “The Carpates Genius”. He also awards himself the gracious appellation: “The Danube of  Thought”.  In keeping with his delirium, he decrees a law that obliges all women of childbearing age to have at least five children! Yes five!

Ceausescu starves the population to preserve his lifestyle; his palace, the fine dining, limousines and trips, for his entourage as well. Most of the starving are Mothers, deserving, forced to leave their children in orphanages for the week, hopeful that when they go to collect them, that they aren’t too skinny or abused.What’s worse is that most of them are illiterate, starving Mothers, who have unknowingly signed adoption papers…

And with these approvals in hand, the despicable management gains ultimate control.  The orphanages efficiently transfer the children to other facilities for international adoption, with prostitution and organ sales being the ultimate goal.


At the age of three, Loredana falls onto a hot stove while chasing a cat, which happened to be chasing a rat inside her home. The burn from the extreme heat sends her into a coma.

A coma that lasts for three months.

And, by some sort of miracle, she comes out of the it, and is sent to an orphanage where she learns that her Mother has abandoned her. Her Mother tells anyone that would listen that her daughter was dead.

Under the tutorship of Miss Lupu, who disliked Loredana, begins the lamenting life of the little orphan. A life filled with repeated injury, germ infested bathrooms and dormitories, inedible food served in meagre portions, violent and cruel monitors.




To quote Eluard, “There are no coincidences – only encounters”.  And yet it was by coincidence that I met Loredana, at least that’s what I thought.  She sought me out backstage after one of my “THINK BIG” conferences with Luc Poirier, in an upscale hotel called the Alt.  She had an idea in mind – along with a hundred others!

And she had a story to tell – a true one.

A few days later she came to my home, and told it to me. I was shaken.  As my wife listened from the adjacent room, she was affected even more; “My husband,” she said, “You MUST tell her story.”

Whatever the wife wants…

There was nothing but tragedy to her story. A small child, abandoned by her Mother, left to an orphanage in Romania.  It fascinated me…

There was also an incredible life lesson to be learned…

Loredana’s was a lesson of resilience.  A reminder that we have more than we realize, and we have good luck – great luck – because we have the good fortune of not having been raised in a Romanian orphanage!


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