I'll go dancing! - Iulia stood up and
walked off the room.
to be at home, to work at my book from the old times, because, when I finish
it, I can write the one that I like", I answered emptying half of the wine
from my glass.
didn't know it works for writing books too. I do this when I am eating
watermelon. I leave the middle part at last, first I eat the flesh on the
I watched her
intently, trying to realize whether this was an allusion to the time when we
you are wearing it", she said, pointing to the T-shirt that she had given
me as a present two years ago and that she had decorated herself with the
English words: My girlfriend is a truck driver.
liked the idea in the Contact section on your site!... Say, the man has a fence
as big as China, but he still wants to be contacted, so he puts there a rooster
and a bell and a letterbox and a handle like that for knocking to boot! It
represents you well!"
they?", she said, searching for something around her, probably for her
here! On the armchair!", she added, watching her bosom as if she had just
discovered herself on that very moment! I remembered her way of joking.
She took a
cigarette from the box on the small table.
"How is it
like to be married? Is there a big difference compared to before?"
almost the same. Only at times, when I am washing the dishes, it surprises me
to hear how my wedding ring clinks when it touches the china".
in-laws, how are you getting on?"
have problems with my mother-in-law!"
I think she
remembered my way of joking.
still singing carols?"
later than yesterday I met the girls. I was nervous while singing, because it
was coming along nicely and we were watching each other in the eye and
laughing. I reckon this is how it feels when you are pleased with what you have
how I feel when I am with friends or when I am in love with a woman who loves
"How is it
like at the radio?"
of nervousness left in my voice by now. It is good! I choose my own music, I
make my texts in the previous evening. I like it, but my priority remains
writing. This spring, after I finish my novel, I'd like to work seriously on a
play, then on a movie script. But this winter, I'll do the radio, so that I can
feed the writer. When the grass is out, we'll see..."
My eyelids were
feeling sticky, I was dosing off and a dream with friends had started, where it
was smelling of angels and of saints.
your work going? Have you been to the mountain?"
thanks for the advice. It was great! I'll send you pictures, on the e-mail. I
told a guy from work that if he wants I'll show him the picture with the
squirrel and he laughed, he just could not stopped laughing! I blushed and I
left. I’ll let you sleep", I heard her voice.
The door closed
behind her. I was sitting with my eyes closed, watching purposefully the faces
of people I cared for at the time. I was dying to sleep, but the smell in my
dream did not let me fall asleep. Olivia's kiss woke me up. Her warm, familiar
tell on me", she said, stroking my forehead and kissing me again. She stood
up and I followed, still nonplussed, her shape heading again towards the door.
She stopped on the threshold and turned around.
killed me with the grass!", she said, like a sort of explanation or
filling in. (...)
Only fewer and
drunker people were still there. The smoke had become thicker. Iulia and Kolb
Dominic were sitting on the carpet, leaning against the heater. I walked to
After a few
moments he added:
how sexy you are!»; «Iulia, how good you look! You are ... sensual!»"
ironic or something?"
like to see you in other men's arms! Then, when you were dancing, you were
watching him and only him and you were smiling".
"He was telling
me that the thing in his pocket was his mobile phone and that it was set to
vibrate. «I think somebody is ringing me this very moment!». What would you
like me to do, to make a sour face?"
up, nervously, and left the room in a storm.
matter of choice! That’s life!" called Iulia, before he managed to leave.
your tape", I said.
she answered, smiling. "I'll put it in my backpack".
When she was
leaving, Kolb Dominic was walking in, and she almost knocked into him. She let
him go first. She was smiling, the whole situation seemed to amuse her, he,
however, was keeping an upset severity on his face, while he was approaching
He sat next to
me. The music was instrumental, quiet, the heater was giving out a calling
know what I am doing here! I spent the last five hours watching this scum,
these dirty people, I, surprised that they invited me, they, surprised that I
His words had
sounded louder than they should have, I looked around, but nobody seemed to pay
them any attention. Except for Iulia, who had put on her coat and was waiting
at the door. She had her backpack on too, she was ready to leave, she had
probably come to say goodbye.
she said. "What are you doing here with these people?" (She seemed
astonished). "Make yourself a team!".
She turned on
her heels and away she went. I imagined that I could hear her burst of laughter
and a smile spread on my face.
I had the
impression that Dominic had been watching for long minutes the door on which
she had left. His silence was so telling, that I wondered: "If I were
silent, will it have the same eloquence?"
(Excerpt from We, Two-Three
Every Ten Thousands, Ramuri Publishing House, 2005)