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But first, he would walk to the cemetery in Cernica. He would sit by his mother’s grave and unfold this paper and read it out loud. So she could hear it, wherever she was.

He disappeared inside. Victor waited. The wind from the Dâmbovița river carried the smell of diesel and stale bread from the kiosk across the street. He’d worked there once, for two months, until the owner found out about his “antecedente.” “Sorry, Victor. Nu pot risca.”

He blinked. His eyes stung.