Yes love. Yes, we are starting the match. We are all here. Then I come home. The girl from forth floor is staying with Răducu. Aha. I don't know who she is. What? What do you mean? The one with the long legs? You know I don't care. My life. Go ahead, stay with the girls as long as you want. You go out once. Say "hi" to Mary and have a good time. Let them be happy at least like us. I'll wash the little guy. I love you. Take care of yourself. Be nice. Bye bye. C'mon sweet kitty, let daddy love you the second half too. Let the child cry, if it's something, I'll do another one. My wife is coming in an hour.
Ana-Anca Răstășanu
Although born in Pinalti's city, red-blue blood has always flowed in my veins. The first time I went to the stadium I was a little girl. With great enthusiasm, directly in the Ceahlău gallery. I had promised my brother that I would be good. And I was, until Steaua scored the first goal. I couldn't fit in the seat anymore. A stony silence fell over the lawn. Just a clapping echo. Forța Steaua[1], Forța Steaua, heh, heh. A sharp voice behind. Sit tight, little girl, so you don't leave with a broken head. I also wanted to see the replay.
[1]Expression used at matches, to ovate the Steaua football team
The air howled. He looked briefly at the huge screen. Bass and drums anticipated his entrance. He drew in the dose of adrenaline and in one leap he was above the crowd. His chest was pounding, even though he had been doing this for ten years. Ten years of both too full and too empty. In which he rolled his soul like a cigarette leaf and gave it: take it. And the crowd took everything, and the soul grew in place. Now they were singing in unison with him. And then he saw her: white, immaculate. And he turned into a wolf, snarling at her round. The next day, the mass-media roared: overdose.
(Translated by Ioana Andreea Radu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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