The life in the Molobongo tribe was almost the same as in Macondo. It is something you don't comprehend, that is, you say you know it, so you won't look stupid. Stop questioning me, because I read about it a long time ago and I don't remember anything, almost. Oh, by the way. A century of loneliness. That's all, only a century. I sat there, what was I going to do? I couldn't leave. In vain did I try running. A traitor told them how it was. Yes, I know who he was. It was Marchez. An envy Molobongolese noble. Friend of Cerchez. An ox. Wanna drink another glass of brandy? Gift.
(Translated by Roberta Ana-Maria Gulerez / 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 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. 
