I grew up around the blocks. All the kids had grandparents in the countryside, mine were in Bucharest. So were my great-grandparents. My great-great-grandparents were in Germany. The kids used to talk about holidays in the fields, forests and orchards. I used to play among the ruins, because at that time the whole city was either under construction or demolition. I couldn't honestly write a story like the title. But if I could imagine one, it would be of me spinning around until I fell, face towards the sun, the only human sunflower in the cornfield.

(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / 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 August 2022, the group has 9,000 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 almost daily. 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.

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