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Virtually unknown outside his native Romania, with a perfectly pencil-thin mustache and a voice that flutters in mid-air, Siminică packed cafes and clubs in Bucharest in the 1960s. The tables filled with guests almost as quickly as the glasses with tuica or wine and the patron's till with Lei. Dona Dumitru Siminica sang songs which offered consolation to the lonely, tended the wounds of the lovesick, and prepared those newly-infatuated for the end of their love. Siminica had a disturbing, androgynous falsetto voice and a large number of female fans who hung on to every word uttered by the man...