Real Fiction / Ana Maria Dobre-Nir, translated by Carla Bețianu: (re)create your childhood

I slipped down the stairs and woke up at the door to my childhood bedroom. I found a little girl in there, writing on a few pieces of paper which one day would seem so old. She feared the world and hoped that, through writing, she could understand people a little better, or, at least her inability to belong to these times. She couldn’t see me, but she stopped for a second and stared at nothing. I …