First address. I walk in and bam, I turn over the table with all the chairs. The owners stare at me as I throw the pot on the windowsill into the window from which all the powdered glassware jumps. The second address. A party. I put the plates in their arms and slam the chandelier against the walls. Sparks jump like fireworks. Third address. An old man with Alzheimer's. He sees me. We say hello but I don't have time to talk. I'm leaving, I have more visits to make. They call me a poltergeist. On my business card was written estate agent.
(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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