He left with his forehead raised

Sharp news like a dagger tonight penetrated the souls of many journalists of my generation: Nicolae Dan Frontelato left us. He lived for a few years in suffering he never spoke of. Sometimes the pallor of her face betrayed her. To his closest and most urgent friends, with whom he discussed various intentions or propaganda projects, he only told them, in a sad voice, that his future was short, short, and short. It was not a figurative resignation, but a form of dignity. Through which deep problems are drained into solitude, without burdening others with negative energies.

Nothing can change his moral standing and the femininity of his convictions. Neither the disease nor the outspoken critics of the mud of the revolution succeeded in that. Dan Frontalto, like other important writers, was not spared the misery of libel, but the political bullying that engulfed Roman society could not frighten him. It affected him from the inside, and it also contributed to the disease, but it kept his forehead raised. Wide and bright. He wrote books, published comments, and remained present in the media until the past days. The talented poet has been multiplied more and more by the ruthless commentator of the age in which we live and the visionary journalist, preoccupied with the course on which the country is being led by a true prostocracy.

Through his journalism, Dan Frontelato embodied that need for attitudes and commitment that lived up to the traditions of the Romanian intellectuals and without which our country would have no chance of restoring its values.

He was the editor-in-chief of “Student Life”, “Amphitheater”, and then “Spark of Youth” – publications in which many young journalists appeared and were trained. From these – and not from others – the elite of the Romanian press of the end of the last century was born, validated as such even in the post-December period.

In the early seventies I was a student in Cluj and in my spare time I worked in the subsidiary editorial office of the two student magazines, together with Cornel Nestoriscu, Ion Buduca, Augustin Coboa and many others. At that time, editor-in-chief Nikolai Stoyan, who was succeeded by Dan Fontellato, had positioned Student Magazines as a true journalism school, open to talented students of all university centers. Many well-known names in the press today have gone through this unique school.

After the ’90s, regardless of everyone’s prejudices, Dan Frontelato remained for many of us a name we thought of with undisguised respect. He had a tremendous bonding ability, and he built bridges with which to meet the most diverse personalities. The last episode in October 2020 was to meet those who worked for “Student Life” in the 1970s. This meeting of Dan Frontelato was one of the last physical presences in such an entourage. I could not tell him either at that time, or in the distant years, what part of the thoughts I now uttered out loud. Although he knows how much respect I had towards him. But it is a decent thing to do, and it should end there. Upon hearing the sad news, a former colleague wrote on the “Spark of Free Youth and Youth” group, “May God forgive him and us, because we do not know how to appreciate him according to his talent!”

I don’t think Dan Frontelato has offended anyone or hurt anyone. It was a man to put it in the wound as people say. It has been imposed by culture, by the elegance of its behavior and its moral standing. He has always raised us to such heights and professional prestige that no one else knew he would raise for us invisible, with two words and a slap on the shoulder.

He conquered us all with the teaching of Mukhtar, convinced us with the power of controversy, and often surprised us with the originality of his ideas.

Therefore, now, he will leave us, leaving an indelible line on our souls.

Condolences and homage to the bereaved family.

God bless you, wonderful man!

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