Gicu was the strongest of them all. He was born to win. It's like in Pamplona, only there's no one running in front of you, the target is at the end of the road, his father told him. After the first 20 centimetres, he was in the lead, with the whole pack behind him. He exited the first building and entered the second. Left, right, left again, right again, the route getting more complicated the closer he got. Then, when he was least expecting it, baaaang, he slammed his head into something the size of the Empire State Building and got a serious bump. IUD.
Laura Bercean
- my lawyer told me so. OK. I attended until I saw who his lawyer was, the blonde in the parking lot. I got up and walked out, slamming the door. Let them attend amongst themselves, I've got other business. The shopping bag with the eggs, shit. Should I come back for them? Across the street, a grocery store. I go in, buy 10 eggs. On the way to the subway I see her car. The window's open a bit, it's scorching, obviously. I laughed hysterically for the 3 minutes it took me to break 8 eggs and drop them on the seat. I saved 2 eggs for the omelette of my life.
Iulia Biro
To hell with it. We're telling ourselves, us, the mediocre ones. You also get tired of participating as a stone in the ballast, as a grain of sand on the beach, as a name identical to I don't know how many others. Had enough? Does it sadden you to be among the people of semi-darkness, the stuffing of the days of those who come up and we see them? Our company puts the spotlight on you. For a reasonable sum for all concerned, we'll write your name in bright letters on billboards. With us, you give more, stay ahead - guaranteed, not like in life.
(Translated by Corina-Alexandra Belu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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