This scar is mine. I was four years old, I climbed on a beam, I slipped and I hit my forehead on its edge. This chipped tooth is Bianca's. We were playing Counter-Strike in the garden, I tossed a grenade (a stone) and I hit her right in her mouth. The other scar is my sister's. We were racing on the way to school and I tripped her. This tooth is also mine, it popped out in the day I learned how to ride the bicycle. Right to the left there are also the emotional wounds. But 500 characters are not enough.
(Translated by Mălina Ţîru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.