The moon shines, yellow, bright. The birds flies, crying in anguish. Scarecrows standing tall. Our subject, with shoes of lead, walks towards a foreseen target. Innocent and pure, his struggle is just.
The path goes over the steppes of sorrow…
As written by the 16th-century scholar Tän Anghér in his last work: “Lord Krïm, Wanderer, Seeker”.
Targu Mures Historical Society 
Krim Jacob has surely come!
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that is my name too, i am a J. Krim
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