He was driving an Opel 4x4, full option, at Bacchic speed. Driving unhindered, he lost control of the car on a curve, hit the corner of a building, then ran into the pillars of a billboard, crushing the two lovers who were billing and cooing as if they were on their first date, swearing to each other eternal love. His only statement in front of the prosecutor was brief: This is my vice. I drink myself into a stupor. What account should I put the money in for those losers?
(Translated by Raluca Simion / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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