In July '83, grandpa passed away as well. Yet again tuberculosis. They stopped importing Polish Astmopent. The Romanian Astmofug was doing nothing. I went to the funeral, my parents stayed, but I had to leave, I was having the high school admission exam. With a bottle of wine in my bag, running to catch the train, it kind of spilled, right on the ID. When the conductor came, I was smiling rainbows, me and my ID as well. I say, I'm from Valea Stânii, my grandpa died. Who? Gheorghe Fusea. The shoemaker? Yes. Well, look at my shoes, he nailed them. Look at them shining.
(Translated by Oana-Roxana Dicilea / 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 April 2023, the group has 11,000 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. 
