The war is over. The woman told me that I've been sleeping for 20 years. We found you under that bridge at the edge of the city. Naked, with swollen lips and blind. I don't know who you are, nobody came looking for you. We kept you hidden. No prisoner was left alive. I recognize her voice like I'm in a dream, just like a child is able to recognize his mother right after he was born. Her smell is making my insides twist and I start screaming, breaking away from the silence that was holding me. The woman is revealing her breast and offers me as a drink the black milk for oblivion.
(Translated by Alma Teodora Miron / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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