Is your palm itchy and you hope to make money? Not today, because it's Tuesday and there's three bad hours. Easter is coming, you should've bought some new clothes. You had to open the umbrella inside too. Plus, your nose is itchy, the evil eye defiled you and you can't get married. Needles inside pillows, your mother-in-law stuck them in. The little owl behind the block sang to you all week. What money to make, say thanks you're still alive. But I'm talking in vain, because in your foolishness, you still believe that we, black cats, bring bad luck.
(Translated by Andreea Zofotă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.