Look here, take the cart away, what do you want from life? How nothing? No way, you're inhibiting your wishes. That's why you suffer. Don't you suffer? Not yet, but you'll see. We all suffer. Believe me. Now find yourself. There. Set your goals. You have to, otherwise you'll wander all your life and linger on all your death. Focus. Find your best path. Follow your dream. See, it's simple. I don't know how you've lived without a path in life until now. Hold on, pal. Hold on, pal, what are you doing? Don't go right out like that on the first try.
Miruna Marin
The little girl cries sitting on the curb. The boy tries to comfort her. Did you see how beautiful the moon is? It's full today. Indeed, a round moon looks down from above, and another from the lake. Not bad, but it doesn't change the fact that all around are dark bushes. I don't care, sobs the little girl. Look, look, you can see Sofitel. We go over the railway and at the hotel we're sure to find a phone. Do I have the coins? I have. We'll call Grandma and she'll come by tram to pick us up. Another brilliant idea. How was it to prank the mothers, going around the lake backwards.
Siranuș Hakobian
My uncle deigned to fall on his back with his hands crossed. When the ambulance picked him up he was blue and not breathing. Frankly, I was glad, as the sole heir, because my uncle was an unbearable satrap and a cheapskate. I was looking for cheap pearl barley for my uncle and a house in the sun for myself when my phone rang. What a miracle, they resuscitated him and Uncle is doing fine. He asks me to bring him clean pyjamas and a chocolate croissant as soon as possible. Now, he's only my favourite uncle.
(Translated by Adrian-George Ilinca / 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.