Real Fiction / Elia Ghinescu, Titela Durnea, Vero Anttheia Teodoru, translated by Irina Vild: Another Man's Grave

Elia GhinescuI don’t really understand why I am here. The trees cast long shadows over the mounds. It smells like cold and wax. Paper ribbons flutter here and there. A red circle is hanged from a plinth. I place my hand on my stomach and caress the sole which looks as if it wants to penetrate my skin. Yes, baby, we’ll be out …

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