Real Fiction / Horațiu Dudău, Adriana Patroi Miu, Gheorghiță Mircea, translated by Andreea Sorana Oltean: At Your Window, Late

Horațiu DudăuI smoked a pack. The madness of the exaggerated winter cold slowly freezes me. I feel like I can’t move my fingers anymore, and my legs are paralyzed from standing stiffly at the window for so long. But the pride of having won you over, of being in your apartment, makes me endure it all, just so I can watch the …