My name? I don't have one. A, you're an unwanted one. Yeah. Your parents will call you Angel. Enter room 30, Angel. What's in there? You'll understand. In the middle of the room stood his future parents standing back-to-back saying his name. The rest of the room seemed to be full of dummies. He realised that it was him, from zygote up to the last grain of dust. Decades away, on his deathbed, he found his earliest memory. It was summer and he fell off the bike hurting his knee. Out of nowhere, his mother appeared and the pain went away.
(Translated by Iulia-Teodora Urea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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