I read Marquis de Sade and liked it. A button of my shirt came undone and I let it be. I got 7 tattoos, because I didn't know what else to do with the pain. I smoke like a chimney and I don't like it, but it's the only affectionate gesture I have for myself. I didn't keep my skirt in place when the wind was blowing. These are just a few of the confessions of those who've joined us over the centuries at Anonymous Sinners. 12 steps for the gates of Heaven to open for you. Backstage, Old Nick was chuckling.
(Translated by Eleonora Manea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale.