For him, going for cigarettes and a newspaper was a real challenge. Luckily it only happened on Tuesday. For her, going for cigarettes and a magazine was a real challenge. Luckily it was only Tuesday. They skipped on the sidewalk like playing hopscotch. Eyes on the ground. Cracks and crevices in the concrete swallow people and their hearts whole, that is known. They bumped into each other at Speranţei's corner with Zambilei, at number 13. Then all the cracks in the pavement melted and disappeared. Stunned as they were, they melted too. A newspaper and a magazine were on fire.
(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.