Ina Moldoveanu
Yeah, girlie. That's where I'm headed, because I have a few sins. You? Straight to the tar pit. That's the difference. Does a black heaven exist, though? Of course. That's where the saints with dirty thoughts end up. Flower, spare me with your progressive philosophy, I'm sick of words. I've specialized in science. I got my diploma in science divulgator from yesterday. I can explain anything you don't understand, exactly at your level. And how did you train for this innovative career? An intense three-day course, five-hour master's and a two-day PhD. Not many are capable of that. But, hey, I've got an IQ of 70.
Ana Maria Dobre-Nir
Her name was Lise and she smelled like childhood. She sold me a story about saving the planet, about the future, about how only I, with my investments in green energy, could stop the glaciers from melting. In the room, the light reflected on her skin. The next day, she was gone. My laptop was open. The files had been accessed. I smiled. Lise thought she could spy on me. But the truth is that I knew who she was from the very first second. And, unfortunately, I knew she would end up alone, in a club bathroom, with her eyes wide open to nothing, curled up, cold and useless.
Titela Durnea
I didn't feel my left leg, as for the rest it was comfortable. The first to come was my mother. She hugged me. Her hands were warm and her face was glowing. Then my grandfather on my father's side appeared. Also cousin Liviu. I was so happy to see him. I'll never forget the duel we had at five years old over Măriuca. Mom, Ana? Sweetie, she'll come later. She stayed with the kids. She sends her love to you. I looked down and saw the white mountain, tumbled, keeping me warm. That's pretty much how it was, the first time I died.
(Translated by Maria-Ilinca Darie / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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