{"id":13565,"date":"2025-11-29T08:17:00","date_gmt":"2025-11-29T08:17:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=13565"},"modified":"2025-11-29T08:17:00","modified_gmt":"2025-11-29T08:17:00","slug":"nora-mea-si-a-uitat-telefonul-la-mine-in-casa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/?p=13565","title":{"rendered":"Nora mea \u0219i-a uitat telefonul la mine \u00een cas\u0103"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Nu am avut timp nici m\u0103car s\u0103-mi \u0219terg lacrimile. M-am uitat \u00een jur, ca \u0219i cum casa mea, cu pere\u021bii ei gro\u0219i \u0219i mirosul de lemn \u0219i ceap\u0103 uscat\u0103, ar fi putut s\u0103-mi dea un r\u0103spuns. Dar pere\u021bii r\u0103m\u00e2neau t\u0103cu\u021bi, iar pozele cu mine \u0219i Haralambie z\u00e2mbeau de pe poli\u021b\u0103 de parc\u0103 nu \u0219tiau nimic.<\/p>\n

Mi-am sprijinit m\u00e2na pe mas\u0103 ca s\u0103-mi \u021bin echilibrul. P\u0103m\u00e2ntul parc\u0103 tremura sub mine, de\u0219i era doar inima mea.<\/p>\n

U\u0219a s-a deschis f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 bat\u0103. A\u0219a era ea, Ramona \u2013 intr\u0103 ca acas\u0103 peste tot.
\u2013 Vai, mam\u0103, am uitat telefonul! Ce-i cu fa\u021ba asta?<\/p>\n

Am pus telefonul pe mas\u0103, cu ecranul \u00een jos. O priveam altfel acum. Dintr-o dat\u0103 vedeam fiecare gest, fiecare z\u00e2mbet pref\u0103cut, fiecare compliment dat doar de fa\u021bad\u0103.<\/p>\n

\u2013 L-ai uitat, i-am spus, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi \u021bin vocea dreapt\u0103.
\u2013 Ce bine! Am crezut c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentorc din Cluj.<\/p>\n

A venit l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine \u0219i l-a ridicat. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge stomacul. Ceva \u00een mine voia s\u0103-i smulg telefonul din m\u00e2n\u0103, s\u0103-i ar\u0103t totul, s\u0103-i urlu c\u0103 \u0219tiu. Altceva \u2013 partea care \u00eenc\u0103 se ag\u0103\u021ba de cei patruzeci \u0219i \u0219apte de ani de c\u0103snicie \u2013 m-a \u021binut pe loc.<\/p>\n

Ramona a ridicat privirea spre mine.
\u2013 E\u0219ti sigur\u0103 c\u0103 e\u0219ti bine, mam\u0103? Pari cam tulburat\u0103.<\/p>\n

Cum s\u0103-i spun? Ce cuvinte pot explica tr\u0103darea venit\u0103 din dou\u0103 direc\u021bii \u2013 de la femeia care trebuia s\u0103 fie parte din familie \u0219i de la b\u0103rbatul pe care \u00eel jelisem ani la r\u00e2nd?<\/p>\n

\u2013 Sunt bine, am spus. Doar c\u0103 m-am mi\u0219cat pu\u021bin prea repede.<\/p>\n

A dat din cap, mul\u021bumit\u0103 cu r\u0103spunsul. Apoi a z\u00e2mbit \u2013 un z\u00e2mbet prea alb, prea rotunjit, prea sigur c\u0103 lumea \u00eei apar\u021bine.
\u2013 Atunci plec, s\u0103 nu mai pierd timpul.<\/p>\n

C\u00e2nd a ie\u0219it \u0219i u\u0219a s-a \u00eenchis dup\u0103 ea, genunchii mi-au cedat. M-am a\u0219ezat pe scaunul lui Haralambie, locul pe care nu-l atinsesem de cinci ani. De acolo, vedeam toat\u0103 curtea, c\u00e2mpul p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een vale, \u0219ura unde el \u00ee\u0219i petrecea duminicile \u201erepar\u00e2nd lucruri\u201d.<\/p>\n

Mi-am str\u00e2ns palmele \u00een poal\u0103. Nu puteam s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n cu inima sf\u00e2\u0219iat\u0103 \u0219i at\u00e2t. Trebuia s\u0103 aflu adev\u0103rul. Tot.<\/p>\n

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    Dup\u0103 ce am f\u0103cut un ceai amar, s\u0103-mi potolesc tremurul, m-am dus \u00een c\u0103mar\u0103 \u0219i am scos cutia \u00een care \u021bineam actele vechi: h\u00e2rtii, chitan\u021be, contractul casei de vacan\u021b\u0103 de la Tarni\u021ba. Cel despre care Haralambie spusese c\u0103 \u201enu mai exist\u0103\u201d.<\/p>\n

    Dar \u00een cutie, \u00eemp\u0103turit \u00eentr-o map\u0103 pr\u0103fuit\u0103, era. Numele lui, semn\u0103tura lui, data: cu doi ani \u00eenainte s\u0103 moar\u0103.<\/p>\n

    A\u0219ezat\u0103 pe podea, cu h\u00e2rtiile \u00eempr\u0103\u0219tiate \u00een jurul meu, mi-am dat seama c\u0103 totul era acolo, pus la vedere, doar c\u0103 eu nu m-am uitat niciodat\u0103. \u00cel crezusem. \u00cel iubisem.<\/p>\n

    \u0218i din dragostea asta crescuse orbeala.<\/p>\n

    M-am ridicat greu \u0219i m-am dus la poart\u0103. Aerul rece de noiembrie mi-a lovit obrajii, cur\u0103\u021bindu-mi parc\u0103 g\u00e2ndurile. Trebuia s\u0103 merg la caban\u0103. S\u0103 v\u0103d cu ochii mei. S\u0103 \u0219tiu cu adev\u0103rat ce fel de via\u021b\u0103 dusese Haralambie \u00een spatele meu.<\/p>\n

    Am luat autobuzul de pr\u00e2nz spre Cluj, apoi altul spre lac. Drumul \u0219erpuia printre brazi, iar fiecare curbur\u0103 \u00eemi amintea de verile noastre acolo \u2013 pescuit, mici pe gr\u0103tar, muzica lui veche care r\u0103suna printre copaci.<\/p>\n

    \u0218i totu\u0219i\u2026 nu mai fusesem acolo de peste un deceniu.<\/p>\n

    C\u00e2nd am cobor\u00e2t, cabana era exact unde o \u021bineam minte. Numai c\u0103 nu era pustie.<\/p>\n

    Pe prisp\u0103, at\u00e2rnau dou\u0103 halate. Unul mare, b\u0103rb\u0103tesc. Unul mic, cu model floral.<\/p>\n

    Am sim\u021bit cum mi se opre\u0219te respira\u021bia.<\/p>\n

    Am \u00eempins u\u0219a. Nu era \u00eencuiat\u0103. \u00cen\u0103untru, totul mirosea a parfum dulce. Pe mas\u0103, o can\u0103 cu ruj pe margine. Pe perete, o poz\u0103 \u00eenr\u0103mat\u0103 \u2013 Haralambie, cu aceea\u0219i c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 mov. L\u00e2ng\u0103 el, Ramona. Z\u00e2mbind larg.<\/p>\n

    Mi-am dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, sufocat\u0103. Apoi ceva s-a schimbat \u00een mine.
    Nu durere.
    Nu pl\u00e2ns.
    Ci o lini\u0219te ad\u00e2nc\u0103, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n

    Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een cinci ani, mi-am dat seama de ceva:<\/p>\n

    Nu doliul m\u0103 \u021binuse captiv\u0103.
    Ci minciuna.<\/p>\n

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      Am ie\u0219it din caban\u0103, \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd u\u0219a u\u0219or, ca pe un capitol \u00eencheiat. Cobor\u00e2nd poteca, am sim\u021bit v\u00e2ntul rece t\u0103indu-mi obrajii, dar mersul meu era altfel \u2013 sigur, drept.<\/p>\n

      C\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een sta\u021bie, telefonul meu a vibrat. Un mesaj de la Andrei, fiul meu:
      \u201eMam\u0103, Ramona zice c\u0103 ai p\u0103rut cam sl\u0103bit\u0103 azi. E totul \u00een regul\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n

      M-am uitat spre lac, unde apa tremura \u00een lumina palid\u0103.<\/p>\n

      Da. Acum era.<\/p>\n

      I-am r\u0103spuns:
      \u201eTotul e \u00een regul\u0103, dragul meu. M-am hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc altfel de aici \u00eenainte.\u201d<\/p>\n

      Pentru c\u0103 uneori adev\u0103rul nu vine ca s\u0103 te d\u0103r\u00e2me.
      Vine ca s\u0103 te elibereze.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

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      Nu am avut timp nici m\u0103car s\u0103-mi \u0219terg lacrimile. M-am uitat \u00een jur, ca \u0219i cum casa mea, cu pere\u021bii ei gro\u0219i \u0219i mirosul de lemn \u0219i ceap\u0103 uscat\u0103, ar fi putut s\u0103-mi dea un r\u0103spuns. Dar pere\u021bii r\u0103m\u00e2neau t\u0103cu\u021bi, iar pozele cu mine \u0219i Haralambie z\u00e2mbeau de pe poli\u021b\u0103 de parc\u0103 nu \u0219tiau nimic. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13566,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13565","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\/13565","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=13565"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13565\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":13567,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13565\/revisions\/13567"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/13566"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=13565"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=13565"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=13565"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}