A few packs of cigarettes, not cigarettes by the piece, true Cola, not that one with a taste of acidic glue, cold meats bought in chunks, not sliced, a few kinds of bread and cheese and a bottle of wine and fruits, yes, real fruits: strawberries, raspberries, cherries, apricots and grapes, all the fresh fruit I found. Like a desperate sailor after a completed supply trip, I filled the plastic nets and entered the door of your dormitory room laden and victorious: I took my first salary.
(Translated by Carla-Marina Ştefănescu / 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.