Dad came home dressed in a thick new coat, we looked at him and he toldus. That's it, as of today, it's over, the dictator has fled. We need to stay alert, terrorists are roaming the streets, and he carefully placed the ax near the door. The next day, we went out into the street and shouted for joy in unison. We were united in happiness as we hadn't been while in pain. We struck the axe countless times, untilwe killed the ghosts. There were many. First we killed fear, then lies, then betrayal. The next day, painted ladies shouted freedom in the streets.
(Translated by Bianca Ioana Prisecaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by prof. dr. Nadina Vișan / Edited by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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