Ana a sim\u021bit cum genunchii \u00eei tremur\u0103. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba b\u0103tr\u00e2nei, pe o banc\u0103 de l\u00e2ng\u0103 scar\u0103, cu r\u0103suflarea t\u0103iat\u0103 \u0219i cu degetele \u00eencle\u0219tate pe rucsac. Pompierii \u00eenc\u0103 erau \u00een fa\u021ba blocului ei, iar mirosul de fum plutea greu \u00een aer. Totul p\u0103rea ireal.<\/p>\n
Neta Ilie i-a \u00eentins telefonul, un aparat vechi, cu ecranul zg\u00e2riat.
\u2014 Uit\u0103-te bine, fata mea, i-a spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Ana a ap\u0103sat play. Era o \u00eenregistrare f\u0103cut\u0103 noaptea, din dreptul intr\u0103rii \u00een bloc. Un b\u0103rbat tr\u0103gea de u\u0219a sc\u0103rii, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 o for\u021beze. Se uita \u00een jur, nervos. Purta o glug\u0103 neagr\u0103, dar c\u00e2nd s-a \u00eentors spre strad\u0103, lumina unui far i-a luminat fa\u021ba.<\/p>\n
Ana a sim\u021bit cum un fior rece \u00eei str\u0103bate coloana.
\u2014 E\u2026 e fostul meu, a \u0219optit. E Marius.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na a dat \u00eencet din cap.
\u2014 A venit pe la zece seara. S-a \u00eenv\u00e2rtit mult. Apoi a intrat \u00een scar\u0103. Dup\u0103 un timp\u2026 a ie\u0219it fugind. \u0218i mirosea a benzin\u0103, copila mea.<\/p>\n
Ana \u0219i-a dus palma la gur\u0103, sim\u021bind cum tot aerul o p\u0103r\u0103se\u0219te.
\u2014 Dar\u2026 de unde \u0219tia\u021bi?<\/p>\n
\u2014 L-am v\u0103zut \u0219i asear\u0103, a spus b\u0103tr\u00e2na. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba blocului t\u0103u \u0219i se uita spre ferestre. \u0218i-am sim\u021bit \u00een oase c\u0103 nu-i a bine. Am v\u0103zut multe la via\u021ba mea. Prea multe.<\/p>\n
Ana sim\u021bea c\u0103 p\u0103m\u00e2ntul \u00eei fuge de sub picioare. Se desp\u0103r\u021bise de Marius cu greu, dup\u0103 ani de scandaluri, repro\u0219uri \u0219i ie\u0219iri violente. De c\u00e2teva luni nu-l mai v\u0103zuse \u0219i crezuse c\u0103 totul s-a terminat. Dar realitatea \u00eei lovea acum \u00een plin, crud\u0103 \u0219i rece.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Trebuie s\u0103 merg la poli\u021bie, a zis ea, abia g\u0103sindu-\u0219i vocea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Merg cu tine, fata mea, a spus Neta, ridic\u00e2ndu-se cu grij\u0103. N-o s\u0103 te las singur\u0103.<\/p>\n
Au pornit \u00eempreun\u0103 pe alee. Ana mergea mecanic, cu fa\u021ba palid\u0103 \u0219i pa\u0219i nesiguri. \u00cen minte \u00eei fulgerau amintiri: nop\u021bi tensionate, u\u0219i tr\u00e2ntite, \u021bipete. \u0218i de fiecare dat\u0103, ea t\u0103cea. Sperase c\u0103 timpul \u00eel va schimba. Dar timpul doar \u00eei descoperise adev\u0103rata fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
La sec\u021bia de poli\u021bie, \u00eenregistrarea Net\u0103i a f\u0103cut ca lucrurile s\u0103 se mi\u0219te mai repede dec\u00e2t Ana ar fi sperat. Un agent a privit clipul, apoi a ridicat privirea spre ea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doamn\u0103, ave\u021bi noroc c\u0103 nu v-a\u021bi dus acas\u0103 asear\u0103, a spus el grav. A fost inten\u021bie clar\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele i-au str\u00e2ns inima \u00eentr-o menghin\u0103. Nu era obi\u0219nuit\u0103 s\u0103 fie considerat\u0103 \u201evictim\u0103\u201d, de\u0219i asta fusese, ani \u00eentregi.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 declara\u021bii, Ana a ie\u0219it afar\u0103 \u0219i s-a sprijinit de perete. Sim\u021bea c\u0103 tot corpul \u00eei tremur\u0103.
Neta a pus o m\u00e2n\u0103 bl\u00e2nd\u0103 pe um\u0103rul ei.
\u2014 Ai sc\u0103pat, fata mea. Dar s\u0103 nu mai la\u0219i via\u021ba s\u0103 te calce \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n
Ana a clipit, cu lacrimi \u00een ochi.
\u2014 Dumneavoastr\u0103\u2026 mi-a\u021bi salvat via\u021ba. Cum pot s\u0103 v\u0103 mul\u021bumesc?<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na a z\u00e2mbit, un z\u00e2mbet cald, obosit.
\u2014 Mie? Eu am f\u0103cut ce mi-a spus inima. Dar dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103-mi mul\u021bume\u0219ti\u2026 tr\u0103ie\u0219te altfel. Tr\u0103ie\u0219te pentru tine.<\/p>\n
Cuvintele au intrat \u00een Ana ca un cu\u021bit dulce. Dureroase, dar eliberatoare.<\/p>\n
Au mers \u00eencet spre bulevard. Bucure\u0219tiul frem\u0103ta \u00een jur: oameni gr\u0103bi\u021bi, ma\u0219ini claxon\u00e2nd, tramvaie hurduc\u0103ind pe \u0219ine. Via\u021ba. Iar Ana sim\u021bea, pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp, c\u0103 \u0219i ea are dreptul la ea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Veni\u021bi cu mine s\u0103 m\u00e2nc\u0103m ceva? a \u00eentrebat-o Ana. Nu pot s\u0103 v\u0103 las iar pe cartonul acela rupt. V\u0103 iau la un hotel, v\u0103 pl\u0103tesc o camer\u0103, ceva\u2026
B\u0103tr\u00e2na a dat din m\u00e2n\u0103.
\u2014 Stai lini\u0219tit\u0103, fata mea. Nu mai am mult pe aici. Dar p\u00e2n\u0103 plec\u2026 s\u0103 \u0219tii c\u0103 eu nu m-am sim\u021bit niciodat\u0103 cer\u0219etoare c\u00e2nd \u00eemi aruncai tu dou\u0103zeci de bani. M-am sim\u021bit om. \u0218i asta e mai mare dec\u00e2t orice.<\/p>\n
Ana a sim\u021bit cum i se str\u00e2nge inima.
\u2014 Atunci l\u0103sa\u021bi-m\u0103 m\u0103car s\u0103 v\u0103 duc la spital. S\u0103 v\u0103 vad\u0103 cineva. S\u0103 v\u0103 iau ni\u0219te medicamente.<\/p>\n
B\u0103tr\u00e2na a z\u00e2mbit din nou.
\u2014 Bine, fata mea. Asta pot primi.<\/p>\n
Au urcat \u00eentr-un taxi. \u00cen timp ce ma\u0219ina pornea, Ana a privit ora\u0219ul trec\u00e2nd pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 geam \u0219i \u0219i-a promis, \u00een t\u0103cere, c\u0103 de m\u00e2ine via\u021ba ei se va schimba. Nu pentru c\u0103 fusese aproape de moarte. Ci pentru c\u0103, \u00een mijlocul lumii, un suflet uitat de to\u021bi \u00eei ar\u0103tase c\u0103 mai exist\u0103 lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 ani \u00eentregi, Ana a sim\u021bit c\u0103 merit\u0103 s\u0103 tr\u0103iasc\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Ana a sim\u021bit cum genunchii \u00eei tremur\u0103. St\u0103tea \u00een fa\u021ba b\u0103tr\u00e2nei, pe o banc\u0103 de l\u00e2ng\u0103 scar\u0103, cu r\u0103suflarea t\u0103iat\u0103 \u0219i cu degetele \u00eencle\u0219tate pe rucsac. Pompierii \u00eenc\u0103 erau \u00een fa\u021ba blocului ei, iar mirosul de fum plutea greu \u00een aer. Totul p\u0103rea ireal. Neta Ilie i-a \u00eentins telefonul, un aparat vechi, cu ecranul zg\u00e2riat.\u2014 […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13464,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13463","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\/13463","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=13463"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13463\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13465,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13463\/revisions\/13465"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13464"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13463"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13463"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13463"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}