It's been overheating lately. Yes, but I told you it has limited resources. How is one terabyte of space not enough for you? Look, in this folder alone you have over 8 billion files. I know, but I really cleaned out the animal and nature folders hoping it would work better. This folder is full of conflicts and viruses, people. Yes, but I can't format it yet. I want to know the outcome. Then all I can do is add this new optimization program. Right click, new folder, then rename. AI.
Bogdan Sebastian Burjan
Come on, make yourself comfortable. Give me your shirt so I can put it in the wash. I'll pour you another glass in the meantime. I feel a headache coming. You said you were tired again. Drink up. Relax. You've been away on business trips all year. Ana told me everything. She sent me the messages, the pictures, even the video from two nights ago. She set up a camera in the bedroom. Fuck me. And not just me, apparently. Look, here on the desktop, new folder, just so you know. I want to leave. That's why I poured you a second glass. Full to the brim. I can't find my phone. I know. Happy birthday. And she laughs ironically.
Nicolae Popescu
Vera, Pricop, Tincuța, their daughter and her boyfriend, Mbombo,are sitting at the New Year's Eve table. Prichi is seeing red: how can his beautiful girl be with this ugly guy from Congo? How can he rid her of him? Tincuța says she likes him, Vera says to leave them alone. But Pric isn't too keen on the idea. He drowns his sorrows in a jug of Ciumbrud wine. He clinks his spoon on the glass, stands up, looks straight at Mbombo: I wish in the New Year. The doorbell rings. Who is it, Vera, the carolers? No, a man and a woman, they look like Mbombo and they keep repeating: in-laws, in-laws.
(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)
Versiunea în română a acestui text se poate citi aici, în rubrica Ficțiuni Reale.