\u2026nu mai \u00een\u021belegea dac\u0103 o salveaz\u0103 sau o amenin\u021b\u0103. Respira greu \u0219i obrajii \u00eei erau \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi, dar palmele \u00eei ardeau ca focul. B\u0103rbatul a \u00eenchis u\u0219a din dreapta, a trecut pe partea \u0219oferului \u0219i a pornit motorul. Nu se uita la ea, ci doar str\u00e2ngea volanul, respir\u00e2nd ap\u0103sat, de parc\u0103 \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u0219i st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103 nervii.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Cum te cheam\u0103? a \u00eentrebat el f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 o priveasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ana\u2026, a \u0219optit ea, ru\u0219inat\u0103, tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Eu sunt Marius, a zis scurt. \u0218i sper c\u0103 nu ai de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 faci vreo prostie c\u00e2t timp e\u0219ti \u00een ma\u0219ina mea.<\/p>\n
Ana nu a r\u0103spuns. Privirea ei era lipit\u0103 de geam. Podul se \u00eendep\u0103rta, la fel \u0219i apa aceea \u00eentunecat\u0103 care o ademenise. \u0218i, \u00een mod ciudat, acum \u00eei era fric\u0103. De moarte, de via\u021b\u0103, de viitor, de ea \u00eens\u0103\u0219i.<\/p>\n
Ma\u0219ina s-a \u00eendreptat spre ora\u0219, iar Marius a redus viteza. P\u0103rea c\u0103 se lupt\u0103 cu propriile g\u00e2nduri, de parc\u0103 nu voia s\u0103 pun\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103ri, dar nici s\u0103 plece f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 afle ceva.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde stai?<\/p>\n
Ana a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Nu a mai putut controla nimic. Cuvintele nu ie\u0219eau, doar lacrimile se rostogoleau continuu, ca \u0219i cum tot greul se topea prin ele. Marius a privit-o pentru prima dat\u0103 \u0219i a r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva secunde f\u0103r\u0103 reac\u021bie. \u00cen ochii ei vedeai sf\u00e2r\u0219itul, nu capriciul.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Bine, a spus el mai bl\u00e2nd. Nu trebuie s\u0103 \u00eemi r\u0103spunzi acum.<\/p>\n
A oprit \u00eentr-o parcare luminat\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 un non-stop. A cobor\u00e2t, i-a deschis u\u0219a ei \u0219i i-a pus pe umeri o geac\u0103 groas\u0103 de f\u00e2\u0219 care mirosea a motorin\u0103 \u0219i spray masculin.<\/p>\n
Ana s-a uitat la el mirat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 De ce faci asta? Nu m\u0103 cuno\u0219ti.<\/p>\n
El \u0219i-a trecut m\u00e2na prin p\u0103r, ezit\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Pentru c\u0103, la fel ca tine, \u0219i eu am fost c\u00e2ndva cu un picior peste margine. \u0218i nu vreau s\u0103 v\u0103d pe altcineva c\u0103 se duce, \u00een timp ce eu am avut noroc s\u0103 fiu oprit.<\/p>\n
Povestea lui a c\u0103zut peste ea ca o lovitur\u0103 de trezire.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Hai, intr\u0103m pu\u021bin. Bem un ceai. Nu e sf\u00e2r\u0219itul lumii azi.<\/p>\n
Au intrat \u00een magazin. Ana tremura \u00eenc\u0103, dar sim\u021bea o urm\u0103 de siguran\u021b\u0103, una pe care nu o mai sim\u021bise de ani buni. Marius i-a cump\u0103rat un ceai fierbinte \u0219i o pl\u0103cint\u0103 cu br\u00e2nz\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103-mi pl\u0103te\u0219ti, a spus el c\u00e2nd Ana a \u00eencercat s\u0103 scoat\u0103 cei c\u00e2\u021biva lei din buzunar.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, \u0219i-a dat seama c\u00e2t de departe ajunsese: nu avea nici cas\u0103, nici familie, nici prieteni\u2026 nici m\u0103car demnitatea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ana, ascult\u0103-m\u0103, a spus Marius privind-o direct \u00een ochi. Via\u021ba ta nu e gata. Doar c\u0103 ai ajuns la o c\u0103dere. \u0218i to\u021bi oamenii trec prin c\u0103deri: unii se ascund, al\u021bii se ridic\u0103, iar foarte pu\u021bini cer ajutor. Dar cei care se ridic\u0103\u2026 devin de dou\u0103 ori mai puternici.<\/p>\n
Femeia \u00ee\u0219i mu\u0219ca buza, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 opreasc\u0103 iar lacrimile.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Dar eu nu mai am nimic\u2026<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ba ai, a zis el ferm. Ai suflare, ai inim\u0103, ai lec\u021bia tr\u0103it\u0103 \u0219i ai ziua de m\u00e2ine. Ai \u0219i dreptul s\u0103 o iei de la zero. \u0218i mai ai ceva\u2026<\/p>\n
Ana a ridicat privirea, nedumerit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai ocazia s\u0103 ar\u0103\u021bi c\u0103 nu e\u0219ti ce \u021bi-a spus un om frustrat. Nu el te define\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele acelea au intrat \u00een inim\u0103 ca o sc\u00e2nteie cald\u0103. Nu o ardeau, ci aprindeau.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Hai cu mine, a spus Marius. Cunosc un loc unde po\u021bi sta c\u00e2teva zile, f\u0103r\u0103 bani, f\u0103r\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103ri. O pensiune mic\u0103, \u021binut\u0103 de o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103 care ajut\u0103 oameni ca noi\u2026 oameni care au trecut prin furtun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ana l-a privit. Pentru prima dat\u0103, ochii ei nu mai erau goi, ci speria\u021bi \u0219i curio\u0219i \u00een acela\u0219i timp.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu trebuie s\u0103 ai \u00eencredere \u00een mine. Doar s\u0103 ai \u00eencredere \u00een tine.<\/p>\n
Ea a inspirat ad\u00e2nc. A sim\u021bit din nou aerul. Via\u021ba.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima oar\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Vreau s\u0103 \u00eencerc.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
\u2026nu mai \u00een\u021belegea dac\u0103 o salveaz\u0103 sau o amenin\u021b\u0103. Respira greu \u0219i obrajii \u00eei erau \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi, dar palmele \u00eei ardeau ca focul. B\u0103rbatul a \u00eenchis u\u0219a din dreapta, a trecut pe partea \u0219oferului \u0219i a pornit motorul. Nu se uita la ea, ci doar str\u00e2ngea volanul, respir\u00e2nd ap\u0103sat, de parc\u0103 \u00eencerca s\u0103-\u0219i st\u0103p\u00e2neasc\u0103 nervii. \u2014 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":12548,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-12547","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\/12547","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=12547"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12547\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":12549,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/12547\/revisions\/12549"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/12548"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=12547"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=12547"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=12547"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}