\u0218i atunci am v\u0103zut. La o sut\u0103 de metri \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, plopul b\u0103tr\u00e2n de l\u00e2ng\u0103 gardul casei noastre \u2014 acela pe care \u00eel vedeam zilnic de la fereastr\u0103 \u2014 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se \u00eencline \u00eencet, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind cumplit\u2026<\/p>\n
Am s\u0103rit din cabin\u0103, alunec\u00e2nd \u00een noroi p\u00e2n\u0103 la glezne. Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, iar ploaia \u00eemi biciuia fa\u021ba. Priveam neputincios cum plopul uria\u0219 se pr\u0103bu\u0219ea. \u00centr-o clip\u0103, am \u00een\u021beles tot. Casa. Veronica. Adrian. Ei erau acolo!<\/p>\n
Am alergat c\u00e2t m-au \u021binut picioarele. Ploaia \u00eemi t\u0103ia respira\u021bia, iar drumul era o mla\u0219tin\u0103. Am c\u0103zut de dou\u0103 ori, m-am ridicat \u0219i am continuat. Tractorul r\u0103m\u0103sese \u00een urm\u0103, cu motorul t\u0103cut.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een curte, am auzit un trosnet asurzitor. Plopul se fr\u00e2ngea, trunchiul se r\u0103sucea \u00een aer, c\u0103z\u00e2nd direct spre cas\u0103. Am \u021bipat din to\u021bi r\u0103runchii:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ie\u0219i\u021bi afar\u0103! Veronicaaaa!<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a deschis brusc. So\u021bia mea a ap\u0103rut \u00een prag, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l pe Adrian de m\u00e2n\u0103. I-am v\u0103zut ochii \u2014 mari, speria\u021bi. N-au apucat s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103. M-am aruncat spre ei, din instinct, \u0219i i-am \u00eempins \u00een lateral, spre poart\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen secunda urm\u0103toare, plopul s-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it cu un zgomot \u00eenfior\u0103tor, lovind casa \u00een plin. Acoperi\u0219ul s-a rupt, geamurile s-au f\u0103cut \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri. Totul s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m-am trezit, ploaia se oprise. Doar pic\u0103turi r\u0103t\u0103cite mai c\u0103deau de pe ramurile rupte. Veronica pl\u00e2ngea l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, iar Adrian m\u0103 \u021binea de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
Casa noastr\u0103 era f\u0103cut\u0103 praf pe jum\u0103tate, dar ei erau bine. Doar o zg\u00e2rietur\u0103 pe fruntea b\u0103iatului. Iar eu\u2026 aveam palma dreapt\u0103 ro\u0219ie, cu semne ad\u00e2nci de arsur\u0103. \u00cen ea, piatra devenise din nou rece.<\/p>\n
Am privit-o \u00eendelung. M-am ridicat cu greu \u0219i am mers p\u00e2n\u0103 la p\u00e2r\u00e2ul din spatele gr\u0103dinii. Am aruncat piatra \u00een ap\u0103. S-a scufundat f\u0103r\u0103 un sunet. Doar cercurile de pe ap\u0103 au tr\u0103dat locul \u00een care disp\u0103ruse.<\/p>\n
De atunci, o p\u0103strez \u00een minte, nu \u00een buzunar. A fost avertismentul meu. Poate c\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2na aceea \u0219tia mai multe dec\u00e2t p\u0103rea. Sau poate Dumnezeu a trimis-o.<\/p>\n
Uneori, c\u00e2nd privesc cerul dup\u0103 ploaie, mi se pare c\u0103 o v\u0103d. Umbra ei merge \u00eencet pe drum, cu \u0219or\u021bul ud \u0219i pa\u0219ii t\u0103cu\u021bi. \u0218i, \u00een clipa aceea, simt recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103. Pentru via\u021b\u0103. Pentru familie. Pentru fiecare zi care mi-a mai fost dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar dac\u0103 vreodat\u0103 mi se pare c\u0103 simt c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u00een palm\u0103, \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu e piatra. E amintirea acelui moment \u2014 clipa \u00een care am \u00een\u021beles c\u00e2t de sub\u021bire e firul care ne \u021bine pe to\u021bi. \u0218i c\u00e2t de mult pre\u021b are un simplu \u201eMul\u021bumesc\u201d spus la timp.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u0218i atunci am v\u0103zut. La o sut\u0103 de metri \u00een fa\u021b\u0103, plopul b\u0103tr\u00e2n de l\u00e2ng\u0103 gardul casei noastre \u2014 acela pe care \u00eel vedeam zilnic de la fereastr\u0103 \u2014 a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se \u00eencline \u00eencet, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind cumplit\u2026 Am s\u0103rit din cabin\u0103, alunec\u00e2nd \u00een noroi p\u00e2n\u0103 la glezne. Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, iar ploaia \u00eemi biciuia […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":10374,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10373","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-povesti"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10373","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10373"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10373\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10375,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10373\/revisions\/10375"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/10374"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10373"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10373"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10373"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}