Confused by this early spring, she unbuttoned her coat, threw off her hat and dug into the light, convinced she would be seen and admired. Almost blindly she looked around, the snow had melted, snowdrops were enjoying in the sun, the wind was playing with a few dead leaves, but no one paid any attention to her, as if they didn't see her. She studied herself in the mirror of the nearby puddle and didn't like what she saw. A child with a stick came up and kept hustling her, but fat and slow as she was, she hardly made it back into the darkness.
Ana-Maria Butuza
As every year, on the 2nd of February, citizens in Cluj armed with sticks and sacks climbed the Hill of Feleac. They dug through the holes of the U gallery til the first one announced: we found it and everyone gathered around Dinky who princely raised the mole above his head, squeezed it by the tail and the mole spoke, but in Hungarian. Search some more, Dinky asked them, and when they found it, the animal said: spring begins in March and will last until the end of May. For my birthday I don't want wishes any more, I'm waiting for presents if you want the autumn to last long.
Ruxandra Comșa
So your dad is cheating on me, my mother told us at breakfast. I almost got a earthworm in my throat, but I pretended not to. So did my brothers. We knew with whom, cause, you know, kids see a lot. I decided to go away for a while. I found a gallery with an ashram, if I find myself, I'll go back, if not, I won't. In the evening we made pizza and movie marathon. Towards dawn my dad showed up, slightly drunk. Why aren't you sleeping at this hour? Where's your mother? In India, we answered in chorus. Blow me! I'm toiling and moiling and she's in the tune for kama sutra.
(Translated by Florina Georgiana Țîncu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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