\u00cen secunda aceea am sim\u021bit cum tot corpul mi se zbate pe interior, dar \u00een afar\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2neam \u00eempietrit, ca o statuie ascuns\u0103 sub un acoper\u0103m\u00e2nt pr\u0103fuit. Omul p\u0103rea c\u0103 se uit\u0103 atent prin camer\u0103, iar respira\u021bia lui era lini\u0219tit\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 niciun semn de grab\u0103, team\u0103 sau suspiciune. Asta era partea care m\u0103 speria cel mai tare: se comporta ca \u0219i cum ar fi fost la el acas\u0103.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 umble prin sertare, s\u0103 mi\u0219te haine, s\u0103 deschid\u0103 dulapul, s\u0103 umble prin buzunare \u0219i cutii, morm\u0103ind printre din\u021bi, de parc\u0103 \u0219tia exact ce caut\u0103. M\u0103 chinuiam s\u0103 trag aer f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot, tem\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 s\u0103 nu aud\u0103 vibra\u021bia patului sau b\u0103t\u0103ile inimii mele. C\u00e2nd am auzit sertarul cu acte, mi-am dat seama c\u0103 era cel \u00een care \u021bineam buletinul, pa\u0219aportul, vechi fotografii, diploma mea, c\u00e2teva h\u00e2rtii \u0219i un caiet \u00een care mai scriam g\u00e2nduri. L-am auzit fo\u0219nind pagini, apoi a rostit ceva ce m-a lovit ca o palm\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u201eNu trebuia s\u0103 pleci, mai \u0219tii? \u021ai-am zis c\u0103 o s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc c\u00e2nd ai s\u0103 ui\u021bi\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am blocat. Era imposibil. Vocea aceea \u00eemi suna ca tat\u0103l meu, cel cu care nu mai vorbisem de mai bine de 17 ani. Plecase din via\u021ba mea c\u00e2nd eram adolescent \u0219i nu mi-a mai dat niciun semn. Niciun telefon, nicio scrisoare, nimic. Pentru mine era mai mult o umbr\u0103 dec\u00e2t o amintire, iar acum acea umbr\u0103 p\u0103\u0219ea prin camera mea ca un oaspete neinvitat, aproape ironic de confortabil.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 m\u0103 ia tremuratul, dar m-am ab\u021binut cu toat\u0103 for\u021ba. Dac\u0103 era \u00eentr-adev\u0103r el, de ce intrase \u00een casa mea? Cum ajunsese aici? \u0218i cum avea cheia? Sau o ascunsese demult? \u00centreb\u0103rile \u00eemi alergau prin minte, dar r\u0103spunsurile veneau greu, ca un ecou pierdut.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe, s-a oprit chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, at\u00e2t de aproape \u00eenc\u00e2t i-am sim\u021bit mirosul \u2014 acela\u0219i miros de tutun amestecat cu parfum ieftin, miros pe care \u00eel ur\u00e2sem toat\u0103 copil\u0103ria. A dat cu palma pe marginea saltelei, apoi a oftat, de parc\u0103 s-ar fi uitat \u00een sufletul meu.<\/p>\n
\u201eAi ajuns bine, Marius,\u201d a spus cu o voce joas\u0103. \u201eAi muncit, ai casa ta\u2026 dar n-ai idee c\u00e2t de mult e de reparat.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it din camer\u0103 dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva minute \u0219i l-am auzit cum se mut\u0103 \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. \u00cen clipa aceea, am decis c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 ies. Sim\u021beam c\u0103 dac\u0103 mai r\u0103m\u00e2n acolo, \u00eencep s\u0103 urlu. Am num\u0103rat p\u00e2n\u0103 la zece, mi-am adunat tot curajul \u0219i am ie\u0219it tiptil de sub pat. C\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een hol, el st\u0103tea cu spatele spre mine, cu m\u00e2na pe frigider, ca \u0219i cum voia s\u0103 ia ceva.<\/p>\n
\u201eTat\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
A r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat, ca un tablou. Apoi s-a \u00eentors \u00eencet, iar ochii lui erau umezi.
Nu m\u0103 a\u0219teptasem la asta.<\/p>\n
\u201eCredeam c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 m\u0103 mai recuno\u0219ti,\u201d a spus, \u0219i mi-am dat seama c\u0103 vocea aceea, oric\u00e2t a\u0219 fi vrut s-o uit, era parte din mine.<\/p>\n
Mi-a povestit c\u0103 plecase din cauza unor datorii ur\u00e2te, c\u0103 fusese amenin\u021bat, c\u0103 avusese probleme cu oameni periculo\u0219i \u0219i c\u0103 dorise s\u0103 m\u0103 protejeze prin dispari\u021bie. Ani \u00eentregi tr\u0103ise prin sate, \u00een chirii ieftine, muncind cu ziua, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i pusese via\u021ba pe picioare c\u00e2t de c\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218tiu c\u0103 n-o s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u021bi repede\u2026 dar am vrut s\u0103 v\u0103d dac\u0103 ai r\u0103mas om bun,\u201d a spus. \u201eA\u0219a cum te-am crescut, chiar dac\u0103 pu\u021bin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Atunci am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 unele r\u0103ni nu se \u00eenchid cu repro\u0219uri. Se \u00eenchid cu adev\u0103r.<\/p>\n
I-am f\u0103cut o cafea \u0219i am stat la mas\u0103, vorbind ore \u00een \u0219ir. Nu l-am \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at, nu i-am spus c\u0103 \u00eel iubesc, dar nici n-am \u00eenchis u\u0219a \u00een urma lui. Uneori, vindecarea \u00eencepe exact acolo unde ne este cel mai fric\u0103 s\u0103 cobor\u00e2m: sub pat, \u00een \u00eentuneric, l\u00e2ng\u0103 umbrele trecutului.<\/p>\n
A plecat spre sear\u0103 \u0219i mi-a spus: \u201eDac\u0103 vreodat\u0103 ai chef, caut\u0103-m\u0103. Nu mai fug.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte am dormit cu lumina aprins\u0103, dar nu de fric\u0103.
De data asta, era lumin\u0103 pentru \u00eenceput.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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