Light, darkness, light. It had taken an hour to move. A woman way past her 50s was crying at my feet. She told me that she was my wife and that she stood by me daily. A blonde nurse walked in. She almost dropped the infusion when she saw that I was finally awake. My wife kissed my forehead. I had no idea who I was and I asked them not to tell me. I wasn't interested in finding out. I glanced at the woman that stood by me one more time and, even though I had no feelings towards her whatsoever, I swore to myself that I would do my best to be the man that she grew old next to.
(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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