Spre sear\u0103, c\u00e2nd soarele a \u00eenceput s\u0103 coboare dup\u0103 dealuri \u0219i umbrele s-au lungit peste gr\u0103din\u0103, m\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau de oboseal\u0103. Aveam palmele ro\u0219ii \u0219i zg\u00e2riate de spinii agri\u0219elor, iar spatele \u00eemi ardea de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi purtat toat\u0103 ziua un sac cu pietre. Elena a ie\u0219it \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it p\u00e2n\u0103 la marginea gr\u0103dinii, s-a uitat peste r\u00e2nduri \u0219i a cl\u0103tinat din cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu e r\u0103u, dar se putea \u0219i mai bine, a spus ea rece. Data viitoare s\u0103 fii mai atent\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eData viitoare.\u201d Cuvintele au c\u0103zut greu. Nu era o invita\u021bie, era o sentin\u021b\u0103. Am \u00een\u021beles atunci c\u0103, indiferent c\u00e2t a\u0219 face, nu va fi niciodat\u0103 suficient.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La cin\u0103, masa a fost a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe teras\u0103. Mirosea a ciorb\u0103 fierbinte \u0219i p\u00e2ine proasp\u0103t\u0103. M-am a\u0219ezat \u00eencet, sim\u021bind cum fiecare mi\u0219care m\u0103 doare. Andrei vorbea despre vecini, despre pre\u021bul ro\u0219iilor din pia\u021b\u0103, despre lucruri m\u0103runte. Eu t\u0103ceam.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Elena a pus farfuriile pe mas\u0103, una c\u00e2te una. C\u00e2nd a ajuns la mine, s-a oprit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Tu ai muncit cel mai pu\u021bin, a spus ea, privind fix la mine. Jum\u0103tate din r\u00e2nduri tot eu le-am verificat. Las\u0103, m\u0103n\u00e2nci dup\u0103 ce str\u00e2ngem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am crezut c\u0103 nu aud bine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Cum adic\u0103? a \u00eentrebat Andrei, jenat, dar f\u0103r\u0103 fermitate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 A\u0219a. La noi, cine nu munce\u0219te cum trebuie, nu m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103. S\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mi-a luat farfuria din fa\u021b\u0103. Gest simplu, dar umilitor. Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi urc\u0103 s\u00e2ngele \u00een obraji. Nu de foame, ci de ru\u0219ine. Andrei a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat. Se uita c\u00e2nd la mine, c\u00e2nd la mama lui, incapabil s\u0103 aleag\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 nu este vorba despre halat sau despre buruieni. Este vorba despre putere. Despre cine are ultimul cuv\u00e2nt. \u0218i, mai ales, despre cine tace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M-am ridicat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun nimic. Mi-am scos \u0219or\u021bul \u0219i l-am pus pe sp\u0103tarul scaunului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Unde te duci? a \u00eentrebat Elena, surprins\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 La mine, am r\u0103spuns calm. \u00cen apartamentul meu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Andrei s-a ridicat \u0219i el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Ana, nu dramatiza. Mama a glumit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu, Andrei, am spus privind drept la el. Mama ta nu glume\u0219te niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am intrat \u00een cas\u0103, mi-am str\u00e2ns lucrurile \u00een lini\u0219te. Halatul l-am l\u0103sat pe pat, \u00eemp\u0103turit frumos. Era simbolul a tot ce \u00eenghi\u021bisem trei ani la r\u00e2nd. C\u00e2nd am ie\u0219it cu geanta \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, Elena st\u0103tea \u00een hol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dac\u0103 pleci acum, s\u0103 nu te mai \u00eentorci, a spus ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu eu plec din c\u0103snicia asta, am r\u0103spuns. Eu plec doar din casa dumneavoastr\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Drumul spre Bucure\u0219ti a fost t\u0103cut. Andrei a condus, cu maxilarul \u00eencle\u0219tat. Eu priveam pe geam luminile care treceau una c\u00e2te una. \u00cen mintea mea se a\u0219ezase o lini\u0219te ciudat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een fa\u021ba blocului, el a oprit motorul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Ana, hai s\u0103 uit\u0103m ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat. A fost o zi proast\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu a fost o zi, Andrei. Au fost trei ani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A t\u0103cut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Tu chiar vrei s\u0103 stric\u0103m tot pentru o farfurie de m\u00e2ncare?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am z\u00e2mbit trist.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu pentru o farfurie. Pentru c\u0103 ai l\u0103sat-o s\u0103 mi-o ia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am cobor\u00e2t din ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i am urcat \u00een apartament. Era lini\u0219te, miros de detergent \u0219i de spa\u021biu doar al meu. M-am a\u0219ezat pe canapea \u0219i pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een acea zi am sim\u021bit c\u0103 pot respira.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dup\u0103 o or\u0103, soneria a sunat. Andrei st\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii, cu o valiz\u0103 mic\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Mama a spus c\u0103 dac\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc f\u0103r\u0103 tine, s\u0103 nu mai calc pe acolo, a murmurat el.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
L-am privit lung.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 \u0218i tu ce ai ales?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A ezitat o clip\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Am ales s\u0103 vin aici.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am deschis u\u0219a larg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Atunci intr\u0103. Dar s\u0103 \u0219tii ceva, Andrei. Aici regulile sunt altele. Aici nu exist\u0103 \u201ecine nu munce\u0219te, nu m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103\u201d. Aici exist\u0103 respect.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A p\u0103\u0219it \u00een\u0103untru \u00eencet, ca \u0219i cum ar fi intrat \u00eentr-o lume nou\u0103. Poate chiar a\u0219a era.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu \u0219tiu ce va fi m\u00e2ine. Poate vom \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 vorbim, poate vom \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba s\u0103 ne ap\u0103r\u0103m unul pe altul. Sau poate vom \u00een\u021belege c\u0103 unele lucruri se rup definitiv.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar \u00een seara aceea, pentru prima dat\u0103, farfuria a r\u0103mas pe mas\u0103. Iar eu am m\u00e2ncat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 simt vinovat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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