A year of glory, still celebrating Luminația. There is still a lot of writing, interesting and without substance, just plasticised lexical forms dressed up with all sorts of metaphors. Iliescu died. Gone are the colours of the living, only in the cemetery the sad
multi-coloured chrysanthemums bloomed. And I'm putting this message in a reverse time capsule for the past. Specifically for those in 2022. The world will be unchanged in this millennium. Let's not forget, there's still stuffed cabbage (sarmale) with polenta and sour cream, but made in China.
(Translated by Denisa Dărăban / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / 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 November 2021, the group has 7.500 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 Ficțiuni Reale. 
