Miruna Marin
The smooth zigzag of the edges began to take shape in front of him. A massive presence to look at, one that doesn't slip away with the ever-flowing torrents of people. The bun knife zigzags too, one after the other, huge piles. Thoughts zigzag too, I'm glad I got here. Here, in the mountains, where people are happy, where things happen, where there's fresh air. Sometimes, he couldn't recall if the mountain was real or if it was another mall appliance. He repeatedly blinked, focusing on the dream outside the window, ignoring the smell of fried meat, here.
Marius Dichisan
I was driving on Route 66 and passed the Grand Canyon while it was getting dark. I pulled over in the first parking spot and went deep into the woods. I set up the tent and stood by the fire, preparing to enjoy a beer. Suddenly, a hairy creature appeared by the fire. It was about three meters tall and had a strong musky smell. We looked at each other for a few seconds, then Bigfoot grabbed a beer and took a big sip as he was sitting down. He looked at me again and said: What? No one is going to believe you.
Andra Toropoc
My wife belongs to a species with skis prolonged to their feet and she drags me with her on ski slopes during vacations. I hate snow, I don't like being inside a cabin and I don't understand the endless talks about Christianas. It's the thousandth time I'vesat next to the local Saint-Bernard, I emptied its little barrel and I gained strength. I peed on the snow: I want to go to the seaside. My wife, embarrassed by my behaviour, seems to understand meand tells me she'll take me wherever I please. I'd like to shout of joy, but I get poker-faced when we enter Hotel Black Sea from Sinaia city.
(Translated by Cristina-Andreea Dobre / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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