Now it's safe. Humanity's last retro has been abolished, not by law however. That's what he deserved, the scumbag. For years, by tradition, enjoying all the historical indulgences, he began to mock everything and all together with his despicable and ironic laughter, with his ever-haggard face laughed at us, at our nature, at our progress, at the hedonic freedom ideas, which he saw as a slavery of the body. We, the new ones, who eliminated the slavery of the trained animal of the circus, are removing him today, the buffoon who has become inappropriate.
Gabriel Rusu
When I worked at the gas station, I met an ordinary gentleman. I don't remember his name, only the color of the Opel Kadett from 1964. It was a heavenly blue with traces of time passing. He told me that not long ago he met a German who offered him 30.000 euro in cash for the vehicle. The scent of the beautiful memories on the muslin seats didn't let him go. He was the first owner and wanted to be the last one too. I saw many cars in my life, but that Opel has stuck with me.
Titela Durnea
I've been on the web for a while. I'm swinging back and forth with the perseverance of an ant. To be clear, the comparison has nothing to do with increasing the self-esteem. I am a conscious elephant. Yes, I know the song. It says that only at the tenth it breaks. I am talking about the web. But I also know that reality is about perspective. So, it can also break at the second one. Therefore, I chased away all the ones that wanted to join me. In retrospect, it's a fair choice. I swing, the web is holding. I would drink a Prosecco.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.