I believe that I was born in Paris. There are days when I get the feeling of wandering through subway stations named after poets. At each stop of the train tourists storm the city, kiss with kiss, the wagons shyly retreat into the tunnel, in the sound of the accordion, escaping up the stairs, up to under the sky of a surreal blue like the feeling I'm left with - that I was born into the heart of a girl who saw me on the platform from the window of the running train. Otherwise, why would I walk through the world since then with her picture always in front of my eyes, looking for her?
(Translated by Diana Paşcanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)Real Fiction is a collective project started in 2013 by Florin Piersic Jr. The concept of Real Fiction continued to exist as a Facebook group, after a volume of stories was published at Humanitas Publishing House. (In July 2021, the group has 6.800 members.) The authors write ultra-short stories, with the texts limited to 500 characters (in Romanian, so the length of the English translation might be a little different) - a flash-fiction exercise on a topic that changes every few days. The group's coordinators are Florin Piersic Jr., Gabriel Molnar, Răzvan Penescu, and Luchian Abel. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficţiuni Reale. 
