Real Fiction / Mihai Dinescu, translated by Diana Mîndruță-Tănăsescu: Spy

I’m sold at the fish market, me and the other fish. Lined up along each other, with our heads pressed to the cold counter, we watch you with one glassy eye each, and our bellies yes unsliced open. The resignation on our face is somewhat sweet, though our cheeks are covered in salt. Our fate was decided in a transaction we knew nothing about. I am the first one laid down on the piece of wood. …