Near a low foothill, at Heaven's doorsill, once upon a time, there was a rich country with hard-working and well-paid people, and they called it Germany; what on earth were you thinking of? But it was so boring that the walls were peeling, and by the time you were getting hammered on beer, you forgot why you had even come to the pub. They had a sense of humour, but they spoke German. Who the hell understood them? To I love you! they say Ich liebe dich. It sounds like highway robbery. No wonder some people jumped into the tank and escaped out of anger and boredom. And if you are looking straight ahead, there is Poland. That sucks.
(Translated by Camelia Diaconu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by prof. Eliana Ionoaia / Edited 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 January 2023, the group has 10,220 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. 
