Paris. Honeymoon. The ideal cliché. Except that we chose, for no particular reason, to wander the streets, to go about Paris on foot.
First to make an appearance were those guys with the wedding ring. You quickly got rid of them with a couple of bona fides wears. Then there were the Moroccans with "an uiro" and their Eiffel Tower trinkets. I got one. Still have it.
But the Indian man was the deal. You were just happy to have found something cheap and also a present for Mela. We were poor and couldn't have afforded the original anyway. "ChanNel no. 3,14." And I still wonder, what did it smell like?

(Translated by Ioana Stan / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)

Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In February 2021, the group has 4.300 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes almost daily. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)

Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.

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