Two months ago, after a car crash, I ended up in hell. I'd thought about this since I was alive, but I always calmed down thinking there were many I was going to meet again there. Fear of loneliness had nothing on me. The first days, I was in shock. There was nobody there and I'd have done anything to see someone. One day, after 6 PM, while going to the evening procedure, I saw her. My wife. A saint. How could it be? She was like a magnet. She took my hand and whispered in my ear: make the most of what you have.
(Translated by Eleonora Manea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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