One day, the Time Machine, the latest attraction, stops in our town. Many stare, but fewer dare. Even if the price is unreasonable, I still want to go on that ride. "Forward or backward?" the driver asks me, after I sit comfortably and put my safety belt. "Back, to the future", I say, trying to seem cool. "Take me somewhere only nice people are and taxes are low", I tell him. "And where the parking is free for 500 years". "To Cernobyl then", he says, while placing the coordinates on the GPS.
(Translated by Irina Bîlcan / 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.