Saving my assassin: a memoir

Introduction : Bucharest, Romania, 1984

Techirghiol, Romania, 1961

I vividly remember the first time I was left alone and in charge of the house

Summer's end was marked by three events that I looked forward to each year

On May 12 of my senior year of high school, I passed the baccalaureate exam

"Explain to me, please, what persona non grata means"

One Saturday I answered the phone, and to my surprise, it was Radu

By the time my midterm exams were over, I was a wreck and ready for spring break

While being a lawyer under the Communist regime did make me part of the "privileged" class, I really didn't consider myself privileged at all

"I don't want to be an attorney anymore," I announced, walking into my office

After six months of studying the Bible, I was baptized

As elated as I was to see Martin and Liviu go free, deep down I knew they were only two of hundreds, possibly thousands

With each case, the Securitate's scare tactics became more intense

To say that it had been an exhausting week would be a gross understatement

Early the next morning, I fixed my coffee, read my Bible, and waited for the alarm to wake up the girls

President Ceausescu's government worked in stealth mode

Epilogue : Dallas, Texas, 2010

A final note from the author

Afterword : A final note from my assassin

Q & A : An interview with Virginia Prodan

About the author

Discussion questions.