(Woman faithfully tied to an Ikea chair in the middle of the living room. The door is wide open.)
How was my birthday? Not interesting. I worked alone today. I went to a girl, carried the cables and the tool kit myself. He had heavy lockers fixed where I was working, I tried to make him angry, tired, I told him that I also have a hearing problem, that my head also hurts. I carried the rag of the closet alone. In the house, a disaster. She said nothing, shook hands. Mad as a hatter.
(Translated by Elena Creţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
*Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.