I went to bed at 20:20. I always rush off to bed. I'm an early bird. I woke up at 2:20. I usually get up at 2:00. My biological clock was off by 20 minutes. I tiptoed into the kitchen at 2:22 to make an omelet. I cracked to eggs and fried them. I put water in the kettle, which along with the ground coffee resulted in coffee through the boiling process. Beforehand I also downed a brandy. I looked out the window. Darkness and 2 dogs. A new day.
Răzvan Drăgoi
Apathy is one of the innocent definitions of death. When you practice it professionally, you realize it's all about complacency. How are you doing? I don't give a damn but I'm asking you, it's the proper thing to do. You know precisely how many damns I give about whether or not you're having a good day. My, your hair looks great. Damned midget. Congratulations on the exam. You're such a moron. You are right. Shit, that hurt to say. Fast forward a few years. Defibrillator, it's a heart attack. We lost him. Are you free tonight, doctor?
Iulia Anastasia Roșca
I don't know how I got stuck with the skinniest girlfriends in the world. Two little tomboys with no hips and tanned skin. I, on the other hand, am more plump, more feminine, by which I mean I'm fat. As soon as we got to the nude beach, they stripped off their clothes casually, like some uninhibited hippies, I looked around like a frightened cat, saw an old couple on the shore with their skin hanging off and got my courage up. I carefully exposed my milk-white body and noticed with amazement that nothing horrible had happened.
(Translated by Bogdan Nicola / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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