When he wanted to get rid of it, he'd climb to the moon. There he walked with his eyes closed, nothing in his way. She'd let the unknown take hold of her and carpet herself on the grey dust, alienated by emotions. Her breathing calmed and then she played with gravity, like a little girl swinging in a seesaw. Up, down, again and again, flying through dreams and memories. When she'd get dizzy and run out of air, she'd stretch out her arms and start floating back to herself. On the way, she would see her days melted, turned to ashes and laid between her and her and she would miss it.
Iulia Biro
He had always had flashes of memories from another life. He'd be minding his own business, he'd be caught up in chores or sitting around or whatever, and then, jbuf, the moment would come over him where he'd slip away for a few moments, live, feel, and then the episode would suddenly stop. He called them This Place and That Place. Then the transfers to the other world began to be longer, almost in balance with existence here. Schizophrenia, he labeled himself, but he knew he'd just found his way to the universe where he lived one more life.
Mariana Mirea
I am 20 years old. My first holiday as a student, in Costinești, at the cottages, with my girlfriend. We drank champagne and we couldn't stop laughing. I turn the camera towards me. On the other side she looks and says: you're with your girlfriend, at Mace, first outing after retirement. We look over the lens and burst out laughing. No champagne now, same partners, plus she has a boy, I have a girl, students. Only the time that flew by separates us, otherwise we're left, on either side, no regrets, just memories and reunions.
(Translated by Miruna-Gabriela Flipache / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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