Florentina Ghițescu
He woke up naked in a cave. They had sent him on a mission again. How long was the punishment for disobedience going to last? Where was he and what was he supposed to do now? He threw up the bile containing the instructions. Year 520 BC, your name is Confucius and you will be a philosopher, writer and professor. China? He can't stand this country. He hates that he can't tell them apart with those slanted eyes. How is he going to call them? He knows what he has to teach them, he has also been Jesus, Mohammed and Buddha. God, how long is this going to last? I am tired, forgive me.
Octavia Buhociu
Why are you so mad? I learnt about Asia at school, I got a 10, I saw images, clips, but I wish I could meet those people, talk to them, taste their food. Mirel has been to the Great Wall of China with his parents. And where have I been? To Vatra Dornei. Ok, let's try this. There's a shop with three Chinese people in town: the cashier and two sellers. I will cook you some food: chicken, rice, we have the spices and the chopsticks. Then let's go to the ant hill and cap it.
Gabriel Moldovan
A tiny teashop. A cup of tea. The old lady fixes me with a lingering gaze, smiling. Do we know each other? Oh, but of course! You my cat in the past. What? Beautiful cat were you; black, golden eyes; slept all day on furnace, very lazy. I laugh uneasy. You don't say? She shakes her head; on the wall-a picture: a young lady and a black cat; my skin crawls; I have deja-vu. Oh, that's what you said when I put the you in stew. My cough takes me by surprise; the tea is weird; I touch my neck. She smiles. You have still ugly outburst, break teacups; not a bit changed.
(Translated by Andreea Grințescu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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