Monica Bologa
I'll take you there, he said, smiling. I jumped out of bed and started packing. I threw in lots of dresses, underwear, socks, scarves, a book, and my coffee cup. I'll pick you up at three, he said on his way out the door. At five to three, I stayed in front of the building, suitcase stuffed with things. Right on time, I climbed in next to him, into a convertible spaceship, made in Italy. By ten o'clock, I felt the moon beneath my feet-a village in Cluj County. A herd of cattle was passing along the dusty road. I started to cry. I woke up being kissed on my wet cheeks.
Alex Micu
I'm a true moon-dweller, everyone knows that. I just finished writing my latest book: Selenoid, or How to Sell Selenium to Moon-Dwellers. It's a self-help book on disintegrated marketing. From crater to crater, I make my way to the trolley bus stop. I try to defy the laws of physics, but the physique of a moon-dweller-Selena, her name-catches my eye. I lose track of gravity's pull and meet the asphalt. I get up and keep walking through the craters. Just so you know, there's water in them. I can feel it soaking my sock.
Adriana Patroi Miu
The gypsy camp set up their tents in the center of the Capital. On this land, the great vultures had been disputing for many years. They found green grass for the horses, a pond to water them, communal ducks, and enough space for the tents. The authorities only took notice when the smell of stew from the cauldron overpowered the scent of exhaust fumes. It's like you're living in a wasteland, the policeman said. Not in a wasteland, man. We live on the moon. In the month August on the moon is in Bucharest, September in Brașov. We mean no trouble for you, sir. Be kind.
(Translated by Miruna-Gabriela Flipache / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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