Nea Fane – Un Biet Român Pripășit în America / A Hapless Romanian Stuck in The US

Last night, I dreamed of Cosmin. It was the second dream in two years.

In the first dream, he was with his ‘most beloved’ grandparents, and they were packing bags. Some bags, I didn’t know whose bags they were, maybe even mine. I was there too and I told them: “Pack only for yourselves, I’m not coming.”

“No, no, come with us,” they kept saying.

“I love you more than I love myself, but I’m staying.”

And then I woke up.

Last night, it seemed like I was with the grandparents again, but this time I was a guest in their house, which was also Cosmin’s house. Suddenly, Cosmin knocked on the door.

I opened the door, and he saw me, and hugged me, just like he used to, though very rarely, as he was rather reserved with shows of affection.

He was with two boys, one shorter and one tall and handsome, just the way he liked. He introduced them to us, I chatted with them, Cosmin was with the Grandparents in the kitchen, he came into the room and I asked him: “How are you, Tzic?”

And he answered, with all his heart and a serenity I hadn’t seen in him for a long time: “I’m good, Dad!”

And then I woke up.