People walked on top of the old wall around the town and pointed fingers at her. They were so strange with their colourful clothes, and she - small and black, the tiniest among her sisters. As much as she tried, she couldn't wash the black out of herself. She wasn't any good at flying, eyes, and when she would dive in the grey Danube she could merely tumble instead of catching fish. But today was different. There were no people around and her sisters weren't anywhere in sight. The whole world was hers. It was just her and the river, and the river had come undone.
(Translated by Carla Bețianu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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