Real Fiction / Adina Drag, Ana Maria Dobre-Nir, Monica Bologa, translated by Larisa Marta Mreană: Ruined

Adina DragHe always comes at the same time. He drags his boots across the floor and hits the bars with his baton. He grins. He lights a cigarette and blows the smoke toward me. If only I could disappear. What’s up, philosopher? Do you like the air in here? If I answer, he crushes my ribs with his boot. If I stay silent, he …

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