Florentina Enache
Listen to me, she said; not now, he replied. Don't leave, she said, we need to talk; I'm not in the mood, he countered. Don't turn your back on me, don't go there, you'll suffer, she cried; anywhere you are not better than here, he decided. And so, the fish left the matriarchs, grew legs, found their voices, and began to think for themselves. In vain, of course, as they didn't let themselves be undone. They returned to criticize, to correct and comment. This beach sucks, empty and shallow, do something, said The First.
Mihaela Scânteie
Jean and I got that evening to Biarritz. Jean was a former Erasmus colleague of mine, whom I have kept in contact with since Uni. He invited me to spend some holiday days together. I was a little confused, but I needed a holiday like air, so I said yes. In the first evening, when we sat at Chez Albert, a guy from the bar smiled at me. Very cute. The second night, the same guy sent two wine glasses to our table. His name was Marc. I invited him to join us. Today, Jean and he are engaged.
Iulia Biro
I was walking without seeing anything around me. By then I was mostly living in my own head, I was going out only to eat and to argue with my parents, but that day the sun was shining on my face, I was humming and walking to the music, when the bulky guy I was passing by picked me up and because I got scared, I hit him in one of his knees - I was wearing platform boots - he screamed and we fell over each other, you idiot, you were about to fall into the Danube, I was just pulling you off the shore, he said, you broke my rotula, did you hurt yourself when you fell?
(Translated by Andreea Sorana Oltean / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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