Yesterday morning each of the six of us awoke in a separate place, having spent the night in a home stay with members of the Deva congregation. We gathered at the templom at 10 AM and climbed the 500' Citadel Hill. At the top, we gathered inside the cell where David Ferenc was interred and died, and held a short but moving service. We held hands, stood around the commemorative marker, sang "Find a Stillness" in two languages, and people shared their personal reflections. Then we headed down to a feast at the templom.
I found myself walking with Bill and Arpad Tofalve, my 72-year-old host from the night before. Halfway down, we turned off the main path and set out to find the place where Roger had helped Bill do a vertical ascent some years before. Naturally we got lost and spent some time bushwahcking down a steep path, picking our way from rocks to roots. Arpad kept saying (in German) that there were better. less steep ways. But we came through fine and got down to a wonderful feast with lots of food, drink and laughs. Too soon we had to end the party to drive to Lupeni, but we'll return Monday morning for a second Easter service with out Deva friends.
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