That's the point of fences. It's not to get us close. We make fences to defend our property, we make them when we are afraid. The worst is when we make fences between ourselves and the rest of the people or between the mind and the psychic. The separation between the heart and the mind will never work out, and, then, the fence becomes useless. There will never be a big enough fence to protect us from the trials of life. Maybe fences have their purposes, but it's good to have a gate too. I'm pretty sure I won't want a fence around my grave.
(Translated by Oana Georgiana Minea / 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 December 2021, the group has 7.750 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. 
