He loved the stuffy air in the newsroom. When he inspired it, he felt like he was in his grandfather's room, where he had spent his summers smelling of tobacco and mothballs. To smell the clothes of his ancestors too, he said when he was opening the doors of the closet that was bursting with so many clothes, carefully placed by generation. Do you know how many events left marks on each? Never throw away the clothes of those you loved. There are parts of the soul. The nephew takes a deep breath, his chest is ready and his fingers typed the title: The Collector.
Ina Moldoveanu
Leave all my writings on the walls, don't make this little one scrape them again, or I'm going to die. Husband, we will embarrass ourselves in front of those who come after us. As big as this cave is, only your nonsense about how to avoid diarrhoea and haemorrhoids are written everywhere. You also made explicit drawings, with two rosettes with dubious growths. After hundreds of thousands of years, the cave has become famous and is visited by lovers who swear eternal love in front of some drawings, which appear to be two wounded hearts and some verses of love.
Florentina Enache
Tired of his speech, his parents exiled him on vacation to the country side to consume his energy. There he found the paradise of the crooks: he listened to the chatter of the old ladies, to the gossip of the women, to the filthy jokes of men. He memorised everything and in the evening he put everyone's mistakes in the summer homework notebook. When he returned to the city, he had forgotten the multiplication, but he had sorted all sinners by age, gender, and street. Later, he became a priest to continue the detailed documentation of mankind's sins.
(Translated by Corina-Alexandra Belu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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