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What they once called youth is gone and nothing has taken its place When it's raining Bucharest huddles like an adult who remembers every beating inflicted in childhood We too have known dime-a-dozen communists who were wonderful grandparents and we enjoyed dumb-as-a-post Securitate agents who had their good sides (they were specialists in something, they had read) We were convinced that the informants had good souls but had made bad choices Heaven doesn't crack open it just constantly streams a liquid that reveals your true face I don't even try to dodge you but we spare each other, my city We hate each other so politely that in good moments we're downright friendly this happens all the time We avoid each other and mind each other as little as we can especially since we already suspect We're each the other's city Nothing can be sadder than five minutes too long in front of the shawarma joint Everything's great. The parcel of spiced, seasoned meats smells a bit sour, mouthwatering for five minutes, or so. On this rainy day like a wet dog in front of the shawarma joint we abandon all that keeps us from crying. We don't say anything. Only the nearly inaudible rustle of the plastic bag that you're squeezing in your hand You leave everything on the table. Napkins are the most discrete Your mud is my mud and we're happy after a shower at home
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