One Day in the Life of Ion Denisescu
When I started writing about the national meltdown in Romania, I didn’t expect censorship to hit so close. Welcome to Europe’s DSA hell.
My name isn’t Ion Denisescu. It’s not even the Russian version of it, Ivan Denisovich.
My name is Stéphane Luçon, and I’m a Frenchman living in Romania. Unlike Solzhenitsyn’s hero, I don’t live in a gulag, and Europe isn’t the Soviet Union. But you don’t reach perfect totalitarianism overnight. If those who see the signs don’t speak up, it advances step …
