Down with dictatorship, I murmur increasingly louder. The mixer paddles fell into the mayo, I broke a plate and a glass, and I nicked myself chopping the onion for the soup. I angrily tear off my flower-printed apron. I stomp over to the telephone, still repeating: down with dictatorship. I call my wife: Hello? I've decided, it can't go on like this, I am putting my foot down. I hear her: we agreedthat whoever has no job takes care of housework. I get it that you've decided to get a job? I fall silent, swallow hard and say: I've decided to get the washing started.
(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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