Real Fiction / Florentina Ghițescu, Ana Ludușan, Toni Mirică, translated by Oana-Elena Dragnea: Jazz

Florentina GhițescuThe little child had died. It was no use taking him to the shaman. He said the wind would come and take him away, since his eyes were already turned to the other world. The weeds were hurting her feet, but she couldn’t feel them. She was carrying water. She was thinking about the children back home and she …