They've been cutting parts of me for 103 hours. For starters they scalped me, giving me to a bald man, they gave the skin I lived in to a burnt collective, the legs and hands to mime-gesture writers, the fiscal organs to accountants, the veins were pulled on strings and left to hang from the rafters. Then my entrails were divided between the greedy and the envious, lungs screamed, finding their home in the chest of a new-born, my heart remained with my last wife, the brain and soul were not distributed.
Bogdan Sebastian Burjan
The ravens ate his dimmed and empty from bitterness eyes. He had to grope in the dark. The worms ate his ears and eardrums. He had no balance left and fell down every step. And he couldn't hear how every part of his body shatteredin pain. He would have lifted a hand to support himself. Or he would have flapped his wings broken by longing. To pull himself up a little, to breathe. The same heavy air that hadn't entered his cold, empty lungs for a long time. He would have torn out his heart from his chest, to hurl because of the pain, anguish and life. Then.
Amalia Melnic
A doctor by profession. I am aware that human science is limited. So, I've turned to the more enlightened. It was a summer afternoon when I first met them, they introduced themselves politely and invited me to be part of the experiment. After the first stage, I started communicating telepathically with animals. In the second, I got a brain implant, since then I can record my dreams like movies. I don't know how many powers I will have acquired by the end. I sit and wonder. I wonder who people have worshipped so far.
(Translated by Adela Neacșu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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