Real Fiction / Ioana Clara Enescu, translated by Constantin Istrate: (re)create your childhood

German gum, crumbled up into dozens of pieces, chewed slooowly, so that it never runs out. Green bananas, ripening on the kitchen cabinet, away from hungry little hands, but always in the sights of eyes brimming with impatience. And the apricot jam, sweet and sour, still lukewarm, spread on the croissant next to chocolate milk. And the raspberry foam whiskers. And, above all, the light. The …