New folder

Georgiana Gabriela Fodor
Desktop, lots of files. Big Boss is searching. A ring as big as my soul on his left hand finger. But who am I? Let me introduce myself: I'm his conscience, an android inner voice. He's been working on two for a long time. Democracy. Communism. It's the 31^st of December. He's transferring dates and names. A long queue for cheese. It's cold at home, the water in the pipes is frigid, clean sheets changed by the wife and lots of love. I open the first one, an excessive amount of food, opulence, hot water, clean sheets, missing wife. His massive finger clicks on the button. Delete.
 
 Vlad Mușat
Fifa2002.exe. EA Sports. Wow, the players you see on TV and in Panini albums. I quickly chose Galatasaray, because Gică Popescu[1] was still on the team. I called my friends (from the landline, obviously) and invited them to see why I don't go out anymore. The moment they chose their teams, the football matches on the waste ground became few and far between. We didn't know when it was getting dark anymore, we were skipping school, arguing with our parents, eating nothing but chips, chocolate croissants, corn puffs, wheat puffs. Not even a year later, the first Internet café appeared.

 Costică Tihan
Mona was the first one to get married. Then Rosa. Oh, my, my, my. Chiquita agreed to come over for tea just one second before the being invited. Was I a new folder for her? I had good music. I had prepared zavarka at the samovar and a platter. I was going to sneak a few Captain Morgan rum drops into the cups, just as a warm-up.Then I prepped the tobacco, coalsand the mouthpieces for the hookah. I had just turned a pink light with blue shades on when Chiquita walked through the door. New folder.

(Translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)