Year 2003, a party with all genres music, but they would mostly put on Valahia, a band I detested. I liked Anca, but she spent more time with Răzvan. He had a mobile phone. Yes, you're cool when daddy does business with the state. I lit up a Viceroy and thought it would be cool to provoke Răzvan to fight. Who would win, would dance all night with Anca. He accepted. The fight lasted a few minutes and I would have won if Anca wouldn't schout. Razvan, break the poor boys face.
Siranuș Hakobian
When the face of Messiah appeared in the trunk of the tree which was cut open by the thunder, hundreds of pilgrims came to see the miracle. Sir Popescu, pious by nature and entrepreneur by chance, had made a huge barbeque very close to the miracle, where some very well spiced meat-rolls were ceaselessly turning. Pious crowds were respectfully praying in front of the thunderstruck tree and they were rushing to quench their fleshly hunger there, at a meat-roll, where sir Popescu would preach the divine power of a successful partnership.
Ana Călin
She wakes up everyday in another bed, but his girlfriend always brings him tea, she caresses his forehead. She tells him things he doesn't understand, covered by a thin gauze cloth. She hold his hand and they run on the meadow and they laugh. He holds her, my dear. Then he puts her the seat belt and the images move fast in front of him, like in a horizontal roller-coaster. Other hands take him, her eyes are in tears. He wakes up in a bed that's not his and he screams. He slowly shakes the bars of the windows, boiling hot as they were.
(Translated by Ema-Teodora Rădulescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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