"I'll
talk about him in an inadmissible way; I'll talk as if he were alive, with
qualities and lacks. But he lived long ago. He was murdered few days ago.
He swam with open eyes in the sea water and, using angling rod (?) , he
pulled out amphorae from the depths. He manly pedaled on his bicycle form
home to the job and from the job to his home. He passed into chaos and smoke
like a dragon. A bony dragon because, as my father said, he descend from
the bony peasants of Albac".
Sorin Vieru