Boss, guess what! Sanda Țăranu has passed away—the woman who was the voice of Romanian Television for nearly 40 years. She died Friday, May 29, 2026, at 87, and I was floored when I heard. The news was announced by her family, who wrote a fitting message: "True nobility is seen in the kindness with which you touch people's souls." Eh, bros, if that's not her, then who? When I was little and watched the evening news with my old man, she was there, speaking clearly, elegantly, without a tremble. Today on TV you only see chicks with red nails who can't string two words together. Now that was a woman!
She was born in Bucharest on January 6, 1939 (or 8, some say, anyway, right during the war). She graduated in 1963 from the I.L. Caragiale Institute of Theatrical and Cinematographic Art—yeah, Caragiale, that's where we all know irony and dark humor from. That same year, she joined TVR and stayed until retirement in 1998. She did it all: the evening news, cultural programs, shows, big events. Back then there was only one TV channel, bro! Not like now, with 500 channels all airing the same bad news. That was pure professionalism, no joke.
After she left the camera, she didn't sit idle. She kept collaborating with TVR, was the voice of "Teleenciclopedia," and did a show for seniors, "A Smile for the Third Age." How about that, man! And she was also a translator and editor. This woman didn't know how to stay still—she was like a well-tuned machine, like my BMW when it's not broken.
Now, listen to this detail that blew my mind. After college, she turned down her assignment to the National Theatre in Craiova. Yeah, she refused! She chose to stay in Bucharest with her husband, Nicolae Țăranu, principal soloist at the Operetta Opera. She said: "The committee was impressed—how could you refuse the assignment? It had never happened before." Bravo, bro! That's how it's done, not like us now, moving for money. She chose love and profession, not some lousy assignment. And after her husband died, she said she still felt him beside her. Oh man, what a story!
In recent years, she lived a quiet life, between Bucharest and her house in Breaza, Sibiu County. Yes, Sibiu, not Alba, because that's where Alba Carolina Citadel is, but Breaza is in Sibiu, everyone knows. She gave a few rare interviews, talking about censorship under communism, how TVR had declined, and the division in society. She was right, man! Look at us now: arguing over parties, giving opinions on Facebook, and we have no glue, no voice to unite us.
Now, for those who want to say goodbye: at the Saint George Capra Orthodox Church in Bucharest. The schedule is: laying out on May 30, from 3:00 PM; wake on May 31, at 12:00 PM; funeral on June 1, at 11:00 AM. Write it down, guys, this is no joke.
The family said: "Today we are not saying goodbye to a setting star, because her star will never set." Exactly, that's right. She lit up entire generations. Good on them for knowing how to deliver a proper message. Me, I'm going to look up recordings of her on YouTube to remember the good times. For now, I'm gonna drink a beer in her honor at Fane's terrace and call Mitică to see if he still remembers how she spoke on the evening news. May it be for the best, cuz!
