I was on a crowded street when it suddenly hit me. I began to run. An old woman grabbed my hand and gave me a piece of silk, showing me an open door. I rushed inside and I immediately felt that specific relief. The paper was missing and the silk didn't seem like a good idea. I found a crumpled newspaper, which smelt weird but seemed clean. I got out and lit my lighter into my hand to light a cigarette. The explosion, flight and decomposition followed. I woke up panicked. What do you think about this?
(Translated by Diana Simulescu / 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.