Yeah, girl, I know everything about him: where he lives, with whom, how and in what way. I watched all his movies, I follow him on social media and on window. I am up to date with all the information. Who cares, girl, that he doesn't know who I am? I'll introduce myself. Tomorrow, like in every morning, after he drinks his coffee and smokes two cigarettes he will go out in town. I will just pass by and bump into him. I'll also fall down dramatically. When he gets close to me I'll tell him a poem, a fable, a monologue. So you can go and tell your mother she's a desperate actress, not me.
(Translated by Mălina Ţîru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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