text: Atelier LiterNet / Bogdan Bran, translated by Iuliana Danciu: What I see through the telescope in the block of flats across the street
  Bogdan Bran, translated by Iuliana Danciu
  I'm looking forward to spying on my neighbours, so I go up with the telescope on the block. Gently I take it out of its covering and let the fun begin. I can't see anything on the 9th floor. On the 8th floor the same, they've got the lights off. On the 7th floor, I can barely see something, but I can't figure it out. On the 6th floor, pitch dark. On the 5th floor, it is like my eyes are closed. On the 4th floor, it looks like a firefly is flying through the pitch-black night. On the 3 rd floor pitch-dark again. On the 2nd floor, I distinguish a dirty grey. On the 1st floor, darkness. Downstairs, total darkness. Man, what the hell? Is everyone asleep? Ah, silly me. I forgot to take the lid off.