Think about it, Peter's voice was heard from the front of the class. The third question is eliminatory. What are the steps when the man assigned to you wants kill himself? Ready? Let's get to work. Be careful, this is your last chance to pass on the active angel exam. Uriel, don't play with fire, because you'll burn your colleagues wings. Rafael eyes on your paper. Ha-ha, of course you don't have a paper, but stop searching through your colleagues' thoughts. Ariel, do not try to let go of the butterflies with their written wings, you'll be flying out of here and so are them.
Paul Dârvariu
I am a loser. Family? Not at all. Divorced. 3 times. Profession? Not really of importance, a parliamentary chauffeur. A servant you could say. Properties? A zero cut in four. I've only live on rent. Trips? Only as far as Dâlga and back. I almost became depressed. Luckily with the letter that I got today: Dear mister Popescu, thank you for the long collaboration with us, we declare you an honorary sperm donor. Would you look at that, this really is an achievement. It is not a small thing to have hundreds or maybe thousands of children all over the world.
Oana Jindiceanu
We still live in a time where no one has the guts to say that the emperor is naked. His majesty shows his nakedness everywhere, he even makes us watching it and nobody objects. Everyone applauds and smiles leniently. No one has the courage to tell the truth, no one even dares to laugh. The jokes are forbidden. History shows us that every dictatorship ends; which history, bro, are you crazy? Damn it, these are my mother's notes from theatre. She wrote in my notebook again.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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