The day before she turned 18, the neighbourhood witch guessed her fortune in coffee. I see some letters, she said, a k, two i's and a w. Look here, she showed her the letters, white in the fine brown sap: k-say-i-say-w-say-i. Luiza laughed then: maybe there's a lot of brown curd from the kiwi, which I'm allergic to. Now, 30 years later, Luiza is a kiwi bird biologist in the land of kiwi people, married to one of them, whom she met at the hospital after a nasty kiwi cocktail diarrheic.
(Translated by Alina-Dorina Nicolae / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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