ÒIn prison,Ó said Ferenc Visky, echoing Bonhoeffer, ÒI learned to laugh.Ó To laugh, and to hold on to God, wrestling with Him for a sign. In stories he would sometimes tell of his years in the Communist prisons of 1950Õs Romania and of his friends there, especially Richard Wurmbrand, ÒFeri b‡csiÓ (as he was commonly known) spoke both of the extreme darkness of that time and of how God was present in the darkness to comfort and even to bring laughter. ÒThe madness of the world,Ó says the author, Òincluding that of the [then] Soviet system, can only be dispelled by the foolishness of God.Ó