George Dometi
We had 15 minutes of applause tonight. But I feel miserable. No, I didn't do anything wrong, I did everything within the normal parameters, I just realized that I am so secondary as an actor. And it's not about work, seriousness, concentration or dedication, thank God, I tick a ten in each category, but I'm just without any special talent. I'm mediocre. Don't get me wrong, the middle is good, that means there are still fools after me, it's just that I want to shine. But instead I'm dying.
Nicolae Popescu
The plane crashed in the jungle. Only I survived. They found me and treated me with herbal remedies for months on end. I am now a vegetarian. I drink coconut sake. I commute on thaliana to the office in the tree. They put me in charge, I'm 1.60 and I'm the tallest. I organized them by department. I have three young wives, who are more housewives and housekeepers. I'm happy. Maybe my Oltean wife is still looking for me. I sent her a message in a bottle: Veta, your husband is dead. Signed: King of the Congo Pygmies.
Elena Fermus
I write to you from time to time, to see if I am well. What am I doing? Can you give me my coffee without sugar, the way I like it? Do I still draw? Am I still laughing? Look, don't stop my music in the evening. And leave the window open, let the moon in. It's cold, wrap me up with you. Tell me that I miss me, that I'm waiting for myself. I don't know how I am anymore. The mirror shows me only you. You laugh in my face. Stop it. You should have left alone, I didn't sell your soul. Give me back my share of life. I'm tired of looking myself through you.
(Translated by Andreea Maria Liceanu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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