She was performing witchcraft. That's what she would tell me when I was younger as well. She would make me believe that the reason she stayed awake was to blend memories, hopes and small bits of illusions, then, out of the resulting tincture, she would be able to drink a drop in order to attract lucky stars. You spent the night thinking about all kinds of things again, didn't you, I asked. She didn't mutter a word, opting for a deep yawn instead. I was waiting patiently for her to tell me something, anything really. She has been more silent lately. And that's when I would take my leave, dropping the groceries on the table. See you tomorrow, grandma.
(Translated by Adelina-Maria Mănăilescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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