Morning. Black and with the tail up. It passed. Parking space, yeah, it's taken. In two hours I'll find one. Luckily I left earlier. Office building, elevator. I go in. It suddenly stops. Out of order, was written on the elevator door when the installers got me out. Break time. I'll eat something. Cafeteria, inventory. Ah, screw it. A sandwich stuck in the vending machine in the hallway would've been just as good. Alarm, smoke, evacuation. Are we free to go? Evening, home, pitch black. What a Friday, I think. Where is this water coming from? I flip the switch.
(Translated by Andreea Zofotă / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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