but I don't think it's a good idea. With all the abnormalities I have, children from the Med school would learn only nonsense. For instance, I was born with a missing rib. This is why my parents named me Adam. I've searched for Eva all my life, but I haven't found her. What a pity, I could've had a cool wife. Then the brain: the big one is smaller than the little one. It is as big as a nut, damn it, but at least this explains all the crap I post here. With the liver is the other way round: it's too big. No wonder, after all the plum brandy I stuffed it with.
Denisse Oana Rădoi
On Valentine's Day, I thought I'd mark the moment by checking into a research clinic. My depression deserved a chance of getting better. I had a sample of epithelial tissue detached by the light scrape of a portion of skin. Thus, the resulting cells were treated biochemically and went back over time to the stem cell stage. These were programmed to become neurons or other cells of the human body. After long years of testing and observation, the cause of my depression has been elucidated: the long-time repressed love.
Florina Hegedüs
When he placed his luggage in the room which will host him, the wedding ring slipped off her bony finger. The son-in-law picked it up and measured its value with his eyes. Keep it, she told him. The young man quickly slipped it into his pocket. Just an object that linked him to the past. His house had been sold. Young people want to travel, she can help them in this way, she will live with them. She heard them discussing how much a funeral costs and they intend to buy another car. Through the window, the wall of the house next door smirked at her. A titmouse was singing a lied when she wrote her last wish.
(Translated by Irina Vild / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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