Real Fiction / George Dometi, translated by Raluca Ioana Crucerescu: I Was Born a Winner

The suitcase is packed. It’s tucked behind the altar so no one can see it. Well, except, maybe, for You, but You know I’m doing it for You. Small gestures for big deeds. I drink that plain water and lose my sight in a blind rage. So I begin to preach, grinding my teeth, and every word that comes out of my mouth slams into hundreds of walls of mute ears, so the jaw trembles, I’m bleeding from the …