Real Fiction / Nicolae Popescu, Alina Pădurariu, Răzvan Dițescu, translated by Maria Loredana Constantin: March 1st

Nicolae PopescuMitruț holds his fountain pen tightly in his hand. He’s just written the title of his essay in neat, rounded letters: Spring. He looks out the window, thick clouds are racing across the sky. He breathes in his mother’s lilies-of-the-valley perfume and sees before his eyes his father’s …

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