Iulia Biro
Running won't help you. Because it's not the time for a serious relationship - but who said anything about being serious? I hate seriousness, I want scandal and fireworks. Because you want to have fun now - you can't have better fun than with me, I'm full of ideas, baby. Because it's time to try sex, drugs, violence - phew, nothing simpler. I have everything, and even more, I'm currently taking an Asian cooking class, I'm paying for it with the money I made as a drug dealer. I'd be your personal Las Vegas and China Town, 2-in-1. All you have to do is nod yes and I'll untie you.
Răzvan Drăgoi
China doesn`t exist. There is no way. First of all, because the earth is flat and they would fall. Second, there is no way they can write like that, uglier than I do and still be able to read. Plus they refuse to speak Romanian among themselves. So, what are they, Turks? Well, except for the half Chinese, half Olteni people who are martial arts practitioners, and who, if upset, will immediately explain to you cum-fu[1]. China doesn`t exist. What kind of mother would name her child Șijinping[2]? And where do you find a priest to baptize him like that? Tell me, sir Gheorghe.
Carmen-Ecaterina Ciobâcă
I started to laugh when I heard the name. Weird people just had a way of finding me. However, I needed money to pay for the highway. I picked up Badou, a Senegalese who sat with his neck twisted the whole way in our little Ford Ka. Then we went to the other address. From a two-story villa, a young girl stepped down. Ebony hair, small, maidenly breasts. She spoke a squeaky French. Next to me, my wife smiled ironically. A year later, she moved in with Badou, and I'm looking for mademoiselle Lang in the Asian quarter.
(Translated by Eliza Radu / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year I / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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