Through the door came a huge bouquet of cream roses, her favourite ones, then the man that stole her heart a few years ago. Even she lost their count. Hair freshly cut, casually dressed, matching the smile that convinced her that the planet is spinning just for her. Happy birthday, my dear. He kisses her shoulder, while she close the laptop and rotates the chair towards him. The celebrated one kneels, offering the flowers. What can I do for you today, my love? A barbeque, man, she smiled complicity, placing her legs on his shoulders.
Oana Jindiceanu
Yes, baby, I don't know what to say, if you insist, we're going. I don't really feel in my element, I don't know anybody, well, you know what I mean. Yes, I understand, it's your family. I appreciate you want to introduce me, maybe it's time, but I don't know if it's the right context. I thought we would meet another type of circumstances, how to say, friendlier. With the environment, firstly. To me this thing matters, I told you from the beginning. I can't get over it. No, I don't eat fish, I'm very vegan. RAW.
Radu Gramatovici
I would meet them every evening. Sometimes Iulia would come with us when she didn't have clients. Fir Țicu it was clear. A few privileged gathered all political, economical, even cultural resources and we were forced to work for them to survive. The only solution was to eliminate them. All of them. Țicu even insisted that the explosion should be followed by a fire so that nobody escapes. To burn them, he would say. Ted agreed. Iulia would seldom talk. I had the necessary knowledge and about ten lost calls from dad.
(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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