Mirosul acela l-a lovit direct \u00een stomac. Nu era greu, nu era puternic, dar avea ceva ce \u00eei f\u0103cuse pielea s\u0103 se zburleasc\u0103 pe ceaf\u0103. Lenu\u021bu s-a oprit cu lanterna \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a ascultat. Cl\u0103direa era t\u0103cut\u0103, pustie, a\u0219a cum fusese ani \u00eentregi. Dar aerul rece care ie\u0219ea de dup\u0103 perete nu min\u021bea: acolo era un spa\u021biu gol. Un loc despre care nimeni nu vorbea.<\/p>\n
A b\u0103tut de dou\u0103 ori \u00een zid. Sunetul s-a \u00eentors altfel, ca un ecou scurt, stins. A mai b\u0103tut o dat\u0103. La fel.<\/p>\n
S-a a\u0219ezat \u00een genunchi \u0219i a apropiat urechea de perete. Pentru o clip\u0103, i s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 aude ceva: o respira\u021bie? O b\u0103taie? Sau doar b\u0103taia lui de inim\u0103?<\/p>\n
A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103 s-a dus direct la director\u0103. Dar femeia, obosit\u0103 \u0219i plin\u0103 de griji, a dat din m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Lenu\u021bule, te rog\u2026 e o cl\u0103dire veche. Crap\u0103 pere\u021bii, trage curentul, mai trosne\u0219te c\u00e2te ceva. Nu mai porni iar spiritele. Oamenii abia au \u00eenceput s\u0103 uite.<\/p>\n
Dar el n-a putut s\u0103 uite. A sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 revin\u0103 acolo.<\/p>\n
Seara urm\u0103toare \u0219i-a luat unelte, o lantern\u0103 mai bun\u0103 \u0219i un sac de r\u0103bdare. Aripa nordic\u0103 era \u00eentunecat\u0103, mirosea a umezeal\u0103 \u0219i a timp \u00eenvechit. A pornit lanterna \u0219i a atins peretele. Mortarul era cr\u0103pat. C\u0103r\u0103mizile p\u0103reau puse \u00een grab\u0103.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot. Cu fiecare c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 desprins\u0103, aerul rece se sim\u021bea mai tare. Mirosul acela discret \u2014 dulceag, amestecat cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt umed \u2014 \u00eel urm\u0103rea ca o umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a scos destule c\u0103r\u0103mizi c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103, a oprit. Lanterna a p\u0103truns \u00een \u00eentunericul de dincolo \u0219i a luminat un culoar \u00eengust, zidit pe ambele p\u0103r\u021bi, ca un fel de tunel uitat.<\/p>\n
Lenu\u021bu a \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00een sec. A intrat.<\/p>\n
Culoarul era scurt. La cap\u0103tul lui, o u\u0219\u0103 din lemn, cu vopseaua scorojit\u0103. A ap\u0103sat clan\u021ba. U\u0219a a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it, de parc\u0103 nu fusese atins\u0103 de zeci de ani.<\/p>\n
Dincolo era o \u00eenc\u0103pere mic\u0103, rotund\u0103, cu pere\u021bi de piatr\u0103. Pe jos, praf c\u00e2t cuprinde. \u0218i \u00een praf\u2026 urme. Urme vechi de pa\u0219i. Pa\u0219i mici, de fete.<\/p>\n
Lenu\u021bu a sim\u021bit un val de frig pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii.<\/p>\n
\u00ce\u0219i amintea fetele. Pe toate patru. Le \u0219tia de c\u00e2nd erau copii. Le v\u0103zuse r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, alerg\u00e2nd pe holuri, f\u0103c\u00e2nd glume. Apoi \u0219ocul dispari\u021biei. T\u0103cerea. Durerea p\u0103rin\u021bilor.<\/p>\n
A ridicat lanterna \u0219i a v\u0103zut, pe peretele din spate, un raft scorojit. Pe el, st\u0103teau c\u00e2teva caiete. \u00ceng\u0103lbenite. Pline de praf.<\/p>\n
A suflat u\u0219or pe primul. Literele au ap\u0103rut tremurat: \u201eElena \u2013 jurnal\u201d.<\/p>\n
M\u00e2inile \u00eei tremurau. L-a deschis.<\/p>\n
Primele pagini erau scrise cu o grij\u0103 adolescentin\u0103. Apoi, frazele deveneau scurte, repezite, pline de team\u0103. Lenu\u021bu sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge stomacul la fiecare r\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu mai vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eZice c\u0103 e pentru binele nostru.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eNe-a promis c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 doar\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eSpune c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 fim cumin\u021bi. C\u0103 o face pentru viitor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 nu ie\u0219im, s\u0103 \u0219tie cineva c\u0103 am \u00eencercat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen ultima pagin\u0103, doar dou\u0103 cuvinte:<\/p>\n
\u201eNu deschide.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lenu\u021bu a \u00eenchis brusc caietul. Respira ad\u00e2nc. \u00cen camer\u0103 p\u0103rea c\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut \u0219i mai frig.<\/p>\n
F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea, lanterna s-a mi\u0219cat spre col\u021bul din dreapta. Acolo era un alt obiect, ceva ce nu observase: o trap\u0103 mic\u0103, metalic\u0103, \u00een podea.<\/p>\n
A sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eei bate \u00een urechi. Tot aerul parc\u0103 se adunase \u00een piept.<\/p>\n
A f\u0103cut un pas spre trap\u0103.<\/p>\n
Apoi altul.<\/p>\n
A \u00eengenuncheat \u0219i a atins grilajul rece. Era \u00eenchis\u0103 cu un lac\u0103t vechi, ruginit, care p\u0103rea s\u0103 fi fost pus \u00een grab\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, un g\u00e2nd i-a trecut ca fulgerul.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 nu sunt doar caiete aici?\u201d<\/p>\n
A sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. \u0218tia c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 afle. Nu pentru el. Pentru fetele acelea. Pentru p\u0103rin\u021bi. Pentru tot ora\u0219ul care, ani \u00eentregi, tr\u0103ise cu durerea \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n
\u0218i-a scos cle\u0219tele. A prins lac\u0103tul.<\/p>\n
A str\u00e2ns din din\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Cu un trosnet scurt, metalul a cedat.<\/p>\n
Trapa s-a ridicat \u00eencet, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind \u00eengrozitor.<\/p>\n
Un val de aer rece a ie\u0219it la suprafa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
Lenu\u021bu a ridicat lanterna.<\/p>\n
Lumina a cobor\u00e2t \u00een ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
\u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, avea s\u0103 vad\u0103 adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n
\u0218i adev\u0103rul era acolo.<\/p>\n
A\u0219tept\u00e2nd de cinci ani.<\/p>\n
A respirat ad\u00e2nc, s-a \u021binut de margine \u0219i a cobor\u00e2t prima treapt\u0103, \u0219tiind c\u0103, orice ar g\u0103si, nimic nu va mai l\u0103sa ora\u0219ul B\u0103ne\u0219ti \u00een t\u0103cerea aceea ap\u0103s\u0103toare.<\/p>\n
Adev\u0103rul urma s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar el era preg\u0103tit, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103-l spun\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Mirosul acela l-a lovit direct \u00een stomac. Nu era greu, nu era puternic, dar avea ceva ce \u00eei f\u0103cuse pielea s\u0103 se zburleasc\u0103 pe ceaf\u0103. Lenu\u021bu s-a oprit cu lanterna \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a ascultat. Cl\u0103direa era t\u0103cut\u0103, pustie, a\u0219a cum fusese ani \u00eentregi. Dar aerul rece care ie\u0219ea de dup\u0103 perete nu min\u021bea: acolo […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12103,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12102","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\/12102","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=12102"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12102\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12104,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12102\/revisions\/12104"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12103"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12102"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12102"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12102"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}