The Man We Need

Marius Stan
Smart, tall, brave, honest and intelligent. This is what the person we need should look like. And rich. It would be good if they were rich, to die quickly and leave something to us as well. It could be a woman, maybe even better if it's a woman. Smart, tall, brave, honest, intelligent and rich. In fact, height is not necessary. Better if they're tender. Let us be honest and add handosme and beautiful as well. I have a weakness for beauty. The most important thing is to hold me in their arms. Tight.

Bogdan Sebastian Burjan
He somehow has to be part of our folk, to be one of us. We have to identify with him and he has to be like us. I have to meet him. To know about him. He has to have done something in his life and for his life. He has to have a CV. And to also have a team in his back. A team made up of smaller teams. But different from each other. Not party people, not establishment people, as they say. But people, citizens, individuals. Society. All of us. With us as his team. The power of the people, as it ideally sounded then. And him representing us. I've been thinking about the last period. The title of the anthem. I laughed.
 
 Dorias Șerbănescu
He leaves in a shoebox, covered by dust in the ammunition store. The dwarf emerges as the sky shakes its golden dead to the ground, they gather around the fire and each of them tells a thriller. The dwarf approaches slowly, on his belly, listens to them full of interest, with his hands as a mask over his mouth, so that his stupour may not cause a commotion. By sunrise, the dead grow wings and return where they came from. Then the dwarf multiplies and travels nocturnally in the minds of famous criminals.

(Translated by Carmen Badea / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)