I don't get those from call centers. I told them I can't exist without that backpack. And they started to fool me around - that it's the company's fault, that as much as they wanted to do this, they couldn't find the driver and retrieve my luggage, that they were extremely willing to help but there's no way. Well, what can I say, I started crying. In the evening, when I meet that girl, how can I make her feel passionate about me now? There's no ex to compare her to, I don't have a really close relationship with my mum. Next thing you know I might've even lost the photos with my dad. They ruined me.
(Translated by Mihaela Guţu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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