{"id":11617,"date":"2025-11-09T09:40:13","date_gmt":"2025-11-09T09:40:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=11617"},"modified":"2025-11-09T09:40:13","modified_gmt":"2025-11-09T09:40:13","slug":"domnule-baiatul-acesta-a-locuit-cu-mine-la-orfelinat-pana-la-paisprezece-ani","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=11617","title":{"rendered":"\u201eDomnule, b\u0103iatul acesta a locuit cu mine la orfelinat p\u00e2n\u0103 la paisprezece ani\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201eVreau s\u0103 spun c\u0103 \u00eel \u0219tiam bine, domnule. \u00cel chema Daniel acolo, dar to\u021bi \u00eel strigau Lupu, pentru c\u0103 era t\u0103cut \u0219i se ascundea tot timpul \u00een spatele cl\u0103dirii, l\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u00e2inii orfelinatului\u201d, spuse Clara, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n

Artur o privi ne\u00eencrez\u0103tor. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, ca \u0219i cum o parte pierdut\u0103 din el se trezea brusc la via\u021b\u0103. \u201e\u0218i… ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat cu el?\u201d, \u00eentreb\u0103 cu voce joas\u0103.<\/p>\n

Clara clipi repede, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103 lacrimile. \u201e\u00centr-o zi, pur \u0219i simplu a disp\u0103rut. Nimeni nu a mai \u0219tiut nimic. Doar c\u0103 \u00eenainte s\u0103 plece, mi-a l\u0103sat o h\u00e2rtie, pe care scria: nu c\u0103uta\u021bi familia mea, nu vreau s\u0103-i pun \u00een pericol<\/em>.\u201d<\/p>\n

Camera se umplu de o t\u0103cere grea. Artur \u00ee\u0219i trecu m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103 limpede. \u201eC\u00e2\u021bi ani avea atunci?\u201d, murmur\u0103.
\u201ePaisprezece. Era un copil bun, domnule. Muncea, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bea m\u00e2ncarea cu ceilal\u021bi… dar se temea de ceva. De cineva.\u201d<\/p>\n

Artur f\u0103cu c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i \u00eenapoi. Totul se lega ciudat \u2014 anii de t\u0103cere, lipsa oric\u0103rei urme, portretul aproape identic. Poate… poate c\u0103 Daniel fusese cu adev\u0103rat Lucian.<\/p>\n

\u00cen acea noapte, Artur nu putu dormi. Se r\u0103suci ore \u00eentregi \u00een pat, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd decise s\u0103 caute adev\u0103rul cu orice pre\u021b. A doua zi, diminea\u021ba devreme, porni spre orfelinatul despre care vorbise Clara.<\/p>\n

Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 acolo era lung, pe un drum de \u021bar\u0103 plin de gropi. C\u00e2nd ajunse, poarta scorojit\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2i u\u0219or. O b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 ie\u0219i \u00een prag, sprijinit\u0103 \u00eentr-un baston. \u201ePe cine c\u0103uta\u021bi?\u201d, \u00eentreb\u0103.
\u201ePe un copil care a tr\u0103it aici acum mul\u021bi ani. \u00cel chema Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n

Femeia \u00eel privi atent, apoi z\u00e2mbi amar. \u201eAh… b\u0103iatul acela. Da, \u021bin minte. Era diferit. Odat\u0103 l-au c\u0103utat ni\u0219te oameni \u00een costume scumpe. Ziceau c\u0103 e r\u0103t\u0103cit. Dar c\u00e2nd au plecat, el s-a ascuns trei zile \u00een pod, f\u0103r\u0103 m\u00e2ncare. Dup\u0103 aceea, nu l-am mai v\u0103zut.\u201d<\/p>\n

Artur sim\u021bi cum i se str\u00e2nge inima. \u201eV\u0103 rog… dac\u0103 ave\u021bi ceva, orice amintire despre el, vreun obiect, o h\u00e2rtie…\u201d<\/p>\n

B\u0103tr\u00e2na oft\u0103 \u0219i intr\u0103 \u00een\u0103untru. Se \u00eentoarse dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute cu o cutie veche de pantofi. \u00cen\u0103untru, o bucat\u0103 de carton \u00eeng\u0103lbenit. Artur o desf\u0103cu cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nde. Era o schi\u021b\u0103 desenat\u0103 \u00een creion \u2014 o vil\u0103 mare, cu acelea\u0219i coloane \u0219i ferestre ca ale casei sale. Jos, o semn\u0103tur\u0103 firav\u0103: Lucian<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Picioarele i se t\u0103iar\u0103. \u021ainu h\u00e2rtia str\u00e2ns la piept, ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost o parte din fratele lui. \u201eA fost aici… tot timpul…\u201d murmur\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u00cen acel moment, Artur \u00een\u021belese c\u0103 banii, contractele \u0219i luxul nu valorau nimic f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spunsurile inimii.<\/p>\n

Se \u00eentoarse acas\u0103 \u0219i, \u00een locul tabloului, puse desenul lui Lucian. Apoi don\u0103 o parte din averea sa orfelinatului, construind un centru pentru copiii abandona\u021bi.<\/p>\n

Clara \u00eel privi cu lacrimi \u00een ochi \u00een ziua inaugur\u0103rii. \u201eCrede\u021bi c\u0103 o s\u0103-l mai g\u0103si\u021bi vreodat\u0103?\u201d \u00eel \u00eentreb\u0103.
Artur z\u00e2mbi, privirea pierdut\u0103 \u00een dep\u0103rtare. \u201eNu \u0219tiu dac\u0103-l voi mai vedea, dar \u0219tiu sigur c\u0103 sufletul lui e aici, \u00eentre noi. Iar uneori, e de ajuns.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 treizeci de ani, sim\u021bi c\u0103 inima lui t\u0103cut\u0103 se umple din nou de via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

\u201eVreau s\u0103 spun c\u0103 \u00eel \u0219tiam bine, domnule. \u00cel chema Daniel acolo, dar to\u021bi \u00eel strigau Lupu, pentru c\u0103 era t\u0103cut \u0219i se ascundea tot timpul \u00een spatele cl\u0103dirii, l\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u00e2inii orfelinatului\u201d, spuse Clara, tremur\u00e2nd. Artur o privi ne\u00eencrez\u0103tor. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, ca \u0219i cum o parte pierdut\u0103 din el se trezea brusc la […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":11618,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11617","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\/11617","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=11617"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11617\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":11619,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11617\/revisions\/11619"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/11618"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=11617"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=11617"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=11617"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}