I've been an astrologer. I had the daily horoscope column in a daily newspaper of wide scale. I ran birth charts. On my birthday, in 2009, I wrote my own predictions for the following year. They had a bad smell. Pluto and Saturn were ascending, and in the middle of the sky, quadrants and retrograde planets. I wrote to a great astrologer and asked for his help interpreting it. He said it's really bad, with death and separation. That year I got married, birthed my first child and quitted astrology.
(Translated by Denisa Stanciu / 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 2022, the group has 8,750 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. 
