Real Fiction / Florina Hegedüs, translated by Tania Diniță: Who Gets the Last Laugh

 I was crying in a gray world, we were like in an orchestra, each one of us paying attention to their own crying. But now, in the surrounding wilderness, my crying is shrill. I ran away from the abdomen tagma when they figured it out that I was cephalothorax. They disappeared in time and I am wandering alone through everything that they destroyed. I’m stepping attentively on leftovers of …