I have perfected a wonderful serum that turns the lifeless bodies into tree seeds. Good bye morgues, funerals or cemeteries. The seed will be secretly planted, according to everyone's heart. The cutting trees will be prohibited, otherwise how could we distinguish between the soul-trees and the others? Family is the only one permitted. How would it be like to sleep on a bed made of your mother, eat on a table made of you grandmother and sit on a chair made of your grandfather? Terra will become the Milky Way green lung and we will hold our roots in a noisy shindy.
(Translated by Emilia-Georgiana Călinescu / 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.