Our entire Universe was born from a black hole, I swear to you. Look, I have so much evidence, my notes from all of these years. You have to believe me, I'm not talking nonsense. We are not just travellers across space, we are beyond miracle. So what's the use in spending your time thinking about loneliness, about what tomorrow brings. That's vulgar. Why don't you believe me and just keep laughing like an idiot? The old man punched the mirror distressed. The nurse found him crying and with his palm injured. Sir, you've cut yourself along your life line.
Sanda Vaideș
Vasile, where has all the food for New Year's Eve gone? Don't give me a strouk, I've got tingles all over my body already. I've worked on it for three nights, \'cause the internet is bad during the day and only I know how much I've searched on gugel and how my eyes stung gathering pictures to post on the 31st of Decemvber, so that my sister-in-law from Spain would pop a vein in her head when seeing the fancy dinner I made. Sofica, Vasile simpered shamelessly, set the table and take out that tin of liver pâté and I'll tell you were they are. I've hidden them in a new folder, in the hopes that maybe you'll cook baked beans.
Amalia Melnic
Write. You have to write. What about? New folder, new chapter, New York, New Me. I'll write about the crazy neighbour upstairs. Her husband, Petrică, is in America, God knows how long he's been away, maybe for 20 years. She has the habit of arguing with him at about four in the morning and she has an entire collection of insults, it's unbelievable. All of the neighbours suspect he has another family there. But he still sends money to her. To renovate the apartment. To get breast implants and go to the pool in summer.
(Translated by Ruxandra Adriana Dodoiu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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