They gave him 6 months. Master of the erotic novel sets about writing his biography. He was in a hurry, the memories would fade backwards, he knew they would fade into childhood. His wife, the last of seven, gathered the pages for proofreading in the evening. That's how he met the women in his life. He wrote beautifully about all of them, thanked them for accompanying him. Not only wives and mistresses, even the whores of the red-light district brothel. Only the first woman in his life didn't appear. When he asked about her, he said he'd forgotten her. She won't come, he told her.
Miruna Marin
On her last visit to her grandparents' attic, she walks through the dense dust as if through time. Particles dance in the sun like children. The door has a fresh coat of paint, but through it the dates still stand out. Some written in pen. Others, from other holidays, in green or red pencil. A couple of stripes, the heights of the two sisters, and the date of the measurement. The year increases, the distance shrinks. Since 2000, a single stripe. The last, at the top of the door, where time ends. The woman closes the palimpsest behind and leaves it to decay.
Lucian Domșa
Daddy, tomorrow, at the Museum of History in Alba Iulia, the facsimile of the Codex Aureus manuscript will be exhibited, said his eldest son to Father Agheasmie enthusiastically. Let's go, I really must see it. The priest scratched his beard, his eyes on his mobile phone. FCSB vs Sepsi goes x half-time, 1 final, he wondered. What about Farul against CFR, 2 soloists? Yes, let's go, jumped the priestess, you know how much the child loves history. Popa looked bored at them both. I can't go. The Archbishop got tickets to Untold.
(Translated by Victor Albei / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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