Trafika Europe 8 - Romanian Holiday

Life Begins on Friday [Excerpt] Translated from Romanian by Alistair Ian Blythe Friday, 19 December: An Eventful Day Section 4

Perhaps all that was and will be is now, in the present. Perhaps what was is what once more will be. Before you ask me any questions, try to get used to my voice, the voice of a man sundered from a world he had come to know quite well, and plunged into an unknown and unintelligible world. Perhaps without knowing it, we live in this endless moment, in many worlds at once. Perhaps the voice that speaks to you now and which thrashes among the voices here like a fisherman’s net – this voice that finds itself in the city and the country of its birth, more alone than the voice

of any man imprisoned in a foreign land – speaks even now with beings which you have no way of seeing. Or perhaps I, the source of the voice, have already been extinguished, like the sun that has just now set, but you still hear me, there, in your world, where the sun is at its zenith, there in your warm room, or outside, in a green park, on a bench. Or perhaps precisely when you cannot hear me, when you are sleeping a dreamless sleep orwhen you are yelling at each other like madmen, or when you are bored to death, desperate for the time to pass, perhaps this will be when the essential

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