The day was for work. I had moved in with a colleague and brought part of my lab there. In the evening I waited for Iulia to finish and I would go to the battered house where she lived and talk to her about a better world. I did most of the talking because she seemed indifferent. It was only when I told her that we had to rid the world of the privileged that she looked at me and I don't know if it was because of that look or just the wind, I took her hand and said: I would like to do all this with you. Let's go to meet someone, she replied to me and her eyes lit up.
Cristina Daniela Dumitru-Pascal
She looked at the picture and heard laughter. The laughter crashed against the windows, the walls, the stairs, all the way down to the entrance. That's where they stopped. They were afraid to go any further. They didn't know what was beyond the door. Let's go play boats. They wrapped themselves in white sheets, the IV stands were masts, and they floated up and down the stairs, up and down, holding hands. Only he had lifted the sails and reached the shore. He looked at the picture. Four hairless heads with their mouths up to their ears. He could hear laughter. The laughter which.
Vero Anttheia Teodoru
The rumor that the mine had collapsed spread quickly like all bad news. The village shuddered. They struggled to get them out, knowing that durt will fall all over them like apile of soil. They still hoped to find one alive. Sheets covered the unrecognisable corpses. No one was missing. They claimed them one after the other.. For a month they mourned, held services, then life went on. The followers knew nothing else, they followed in their footsteps, but the moment sometimes flashed in their minds when they tried to recognise them under the white cloths.
(Translated by Andreea Iulia Udroiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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