Angels, dragons and witches

On a fatal Tuesday afternoon, at the evil hour of three-o'clock, on precisely the 8th of April 2008, Martolea, Joimarita, Piaza-Rea, Stima-Apei and many other apparitions did not appear. And because they didn't make themselves seen to people, they have left writings and new releases in return, in the Carturesti bookstore, right on Magheru Boulevard. But, once released, they couldn't be observed wandering the streets of Bucharest like madmen-obviously because they can no longer come down to earth, as they would be electrocuted if they were to touch the cables and power lines of the city. They were evoked, and not invoked, by the voice of a child reminding the adults-who couldn't have any clue about fantastic beings, from the other world: The world is not like this,/ Nor is the other one./ This world is as you see it,/ The other one is how you believe it to be. And more tea was drunk, not with the least bit of magical-ritual intention.Of course, stories were told, impressions were conveyed, photographs were taken-as with any launching.

And whoever wanted to, bought something. From now on it is presupposed that all the imaginations of the village will be regained, for our peace of mind. They will (?) trying to leave traces in our evening lectures interrupted only by the glow of the television. They will play pranks again and it is to be understood that maybe we will dream about them. We will become children again. How nice that would be. Or peasants. Who knows.
(Cosmin Manolache)