„Emiluţa has an unfortunate thought. She’ll throw herself off the top of the building. Why? What the fuck? Let’s say for the cause of PeaceonEarth, for the slumdogs, Europe, for the lonely. Which is to say she doesn’t have a ghost of a reason. Viva Walachia! The way things stand, if she doesn’t do away with herself—pressed on to the fatal deed by the wicked world—well, then Emiluţa would wind up writing the story of her life, and then everything would go to hell, the very thing she didn’t want—not that I’d advise you, gentle reader, to take pen in hand. Nor did