My friends asked why haven't I emigrated to my ancestor's Germany. Because a love confession sounds like a punch in the eye in German. Because it rains mathematical there, at right angles on the bones and tangential on the joints. Because they have words that contain all of the alphabet's letters, plus VAT. Because if you want to drink a beer on a Sunday morning, you need to know Turkish. Because, if you rejoice too much over a match, somebody calls the ambulance. Because screw you and your mother's dead relatives doesn't sound the same when you're in traffic.
(Translated by Georgiana Morozii / 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. 
