Nowhere is a kind of everywhere with a slight identity problem. A sort of mathematical function opposite of somewhere, on a medieval map with sea monsters marking dangerous areas. Where are we, Mr. Christofor? It says we're about 7.37 degrees southeast of a green dragon with an arrow-tail. If we row another 300 knots in the same direction, we'll reach the Cape of Great Disappointment. From there, keep going along the current towards the sirens, with a stop for cigarettes. I told you this America is nowhere.
(Translated by Lorina Xiaoyu Hou / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected 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 March 2023, the group has 10,790 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, Luchian Abel, and Vlad Mușat. (Drawing by Adrian T. Roman)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale. 
