Soundtrack

Florina Hegedüs
I wish I was dressed in black. It's against regulations. I keep my thoughts as I get into the cabin. I greet the ancient digital autopilot, barely holding on to its four axles. Today we celebrate a round number of years together. Many people. Flags. The fanfare was playing. For better or for worse. We will be put out of line. We will be decorated and be declared retired. Darling, come on up, we are doing the tour of honour between clouds and earth. At 4,000 metres above the ground, I tightened my grip to the handle and like two Cougars in peril we plunged into a sudden fatal plunge. And the fanfare was playing.

Gabriela Rus
Read the text aloud. It takes no more than 30 to 40 seconds. And now imagine the story being played on an old radio with buttons, just like in grandma's day. Imagine that all our stories are heard, overlapping, from one radio at a time. Would you like it to be your voice or the one of a soft-spoken announcer? Or a deep, male voice? What other sounds would follow your story? The creaking of a door, the hustle and bustle of the street or the crying of a child? Simultaneously, the entire of them in a spiral, hundreds of stories transferred from us to the radio waves.
 
 George Dometi
The doctor is looking at me. Palsy in the support leg within an unbalanced world, lower lumbar instability with fragility on the integrity principle, numbness around the astral anus and nonchalant crotch area, emotional urination disorder and verbal defecation, read the writer's syndrome. The electromyography revealed severe generational distress. Spinal surgical replacement of the vertebrae with displaced piano keyboards is recommended.

(Translated by Andreea Cuprian / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)