Graphic Lit - Words Without Borders

by Naz Tansel
Translated by Canan Marasligil

"What do you want us to do, sit on their heads?"

by Gianluca Costantini and by Elettra Stamboulis
Translated by Jamie Richards

Every town had two soccer teams. A right-wing one and a left-wing one.

by Ilana Zeffren
Translated by Ilana Zeffren

Where are they? It's late.

by Monika Szydłowska
Translated by Sean Gasper Bye

Heniek always wanted to leave.

by Daniel Sixte and by Sinzo Aanza
Translated by Edward Gauvin

Listen up—it’s not just General anymore. I’m Marshal General now.

by The Trantraal Brothers
Translated by The Trantraal Brothers

I'd wait till he was asleep. Then I'd cut his throat with a knife.

You have not yet realized that you are misunderstanding everything.

by Michaël Olbrechts
Translated by Michele Hutchison

I'm going to take you to the interbellum period, to 1936.

by Jérôme Ruillier
Translated by Edward Gauvin

Lots of stranges aren't here legally.

by Mana Neyestani
Translated by Ghazal Mosadeq

This number is your identity.

by Galit Seliktar and by Gilad Seliktar
Translated by On Barak

It parachuted down.

by Zeina Abirached
Translated by Edward Gauvin

Fifteen years later, I was the one who left.

by Mazen Kerbaj
Translated by Mercedes Claire Gilliom

In the sky, never much. In the streets, always too much.

by Akino Kondoh
Translated by Jocelyne Allen

No Japanese person would call a cat Thomas Jefferson.

by Chae Kyeong-weon and by Bae In-yeong
Translated by Bella Dalton-Fenkl

What! Who could this strange man be?

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