Am \u00eencremenit, cu degetele str\u00e2nse pe trupul cald al copilului meu. Sunetul era slab, ca un trosnet de podea, urmat de altul, mai ap\u0103sat. Cineva se mi\u0219ca. Cineva care nu trebuia s\u0103 fie acolo.<\/p>\n
Mi-am \u021binut respira\u021bia, iar s\u00e2ngele parc\u0103 s-a oprit \u00een vene. Mi-era fric\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 clipesc. \u00cen telefon, Radu \u0219optea insistent:<\/p>\n
\u201eElena, ie\u0219i pe geam. Orice ar fi, nu deschide u\u0219a.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am tras \u00eencet de marginea draperiei \u0219i am sim\u021bit aerul rece de noapte. Geamul era rabatat, dar suficient s\u0103 trecem prin el dac\u0103 \u00eemi f\u0103ceam curaj. M-am uitat peste um\u0103r, spre u\u0219\u0103. Podeaua din hol sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia iar. Pa\u0219i. Grei. Lenti. Ca \u0219i cum persoana din spatele lor voia s\u0103 fie auzit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Mi-a venit s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng, dar lacrimile s-au oprit \u00een g\u00e2t. Mircea s-a foit \u00een bra\u021bele mele.<\/p>\n
\u201eMami\u2026?\u201d, a morm\u0103it adormit.<\/p>\n
I-am pus palma pe cap \u0219i i-am \u0219optit: \u201eShh\u2026 e doar un joc, iubire. R\u0103m\u00e2i la mami.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am aplecat la nivelul geamului. Prima oar\u0103 am scos p\u0103tura de pe pat \u0219i am aruncat-o peste margine, s\u0103 amortizeze cobor\u00e2rea. Apoi am sprijinit copilul \u00een bra\u021be, dar cu mi\u0219c\u0103ri lente, ca s\u0103 nu se loveasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci s-a auzit. Un fel de zg\u00e2riere pe u\u0219a dormitorului. Prelung\u0103. Ap\u0103sat\u0103. Ca \u0219i cum cineva \u00ee\u0219i trecea unghiile pe lemn doar ca s\u0103 m\u0103 anun\u021be c\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 sunt acolo.<\/p>\n
Mi s-a t\u0103iat r\u0103suflarea.<\/p>\n
Telefonul vibra at\u00e2t de tare \u00een palm\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t mi-era team\u0103 c\u0103 se va auzi prin u\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eElena, sari!\u201d, \u0219optea Radu aproape pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd. \u201eSari acum!\u201d<\/p>\n
Mi-am str\u00e2ns copilul la piept, am tras aer ad\u00e2nc \u0219i m-am strecurat prin geam. C\u00e2nd mi-am l\u0103sat greutatea \u00een jos, genunchii mi s-au izbit u\u0219or de perete, dar am reu\u0219it s\u0103 cobor f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 scap copilul. Am ajuns jos pe p\u0103tura \u00eenmuiat\u0103 de rou\u0103.<\/p>\n
Nu era timp. Nu era aer de respirat.<\/p>\n
Am luat-o la fug\u0103 prin curtea surorii mele, descul\u021b\u0103, sim\u021bind pietri\u0219ul t\u0103ios sub picioare. Mircea se uita buimac la mine.<\/p>\n
\u201eMami, unde mergem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eUndeva unde e lumin\u0103, puiule\u201d, i-am spus, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi \u021bin vocea stabil\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am ajuns la gardul mic de la gr\u0103din\u0103, am auzit sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2itul u\u0219ii de la balconul de la etaj. Mi-am ridicat privirea. O siluet\u0103. \u00centunecat\u0103. Nemi\u015fcat\u0103. Privindu-ne.<\/p>\n
Nu era Teodora.<\/p>\n
Nu era nimeni pe care a\u0219 fi recunoscut.<\/p>\n
Un fior rece mi-a t\u0103iat \u0219ira spin\u0103rii. Am luat copilul \u00een bra\u021be \u0219i am alergat spre strad\u0103. Noroc c\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba casei era aprins un bec stradal, galben \u0219i tremurat, dar suficient c\u00e2t s\u0103-mi dea senza\u021bia c\u0103 nu mai sunt \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
Primul g\u00e2nd a fost s\u0103 m\u0103 duc la vecinii de peste drum, familia Dobre. Aveau c\u00e2ine, camere, lumin\u0103. Siguran\u021b\u0103. Am ap\u0103sat soneria cu degetele tremur\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
U\u0219a s-a deschis brusc, iar domnul Dobre, \u00een pijamale, m-a privit speriat.<\/p>\n
\u201eElena? Ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eV\u0103 rog\u2026\u201d, am reu\u0219it s\u0103 spun. \u201eCineva\u2026 \u00een casa Teodorei\u2026 u\u0219a era \u00eencuiat\u0103\u2026 \u0219i cineva era pe hol\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 mai pun\u0103 \u00eentreb\u0103ri, m-a b\u0103gat \u00een\u0103untru \u0219i a \u00eenchis u\u0219a cu dou\u0103 z\u0103voare. M-a a\u0219ezat pe scaun, iar so\u021bia lui a venit cu un pahar cu ap\u0103. Dar m\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t abia am reu\u0219it s\u0103-l \u021bin.<\/p>\n
Radu \u00eenc\u0103 era la telefon.<\/p>\n
\u201eE\u0219ti \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103? Elena, spune-mi c\u0103 e\u0219ti \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eDa\u2026 acum da\u201d, am reu\u0219it s\u0103 \u0219optesc.<\/p>\n
Domnul Dobre a pus m\u00e2na pe telefonul fix.<\/p>\n
\u201eSun la poli\u021bie\u201d, a spus hot\u0103r\u00e2t.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eenainte s\u0103 formeze num\u0103rul, cineva a b\u0103tut \u00een u\u0219a lor. Trei lovituri. Lungi. R\u0103sun\u0103toare.<\/p>\n
To\u021bi am \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
A doua serie de b\u0103t\u0103i a fost mai puternic\u0103, ca un avertisment.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu deschide\u021bi\u201d, a \u0219optit Radu prin telefon, de parc\u0103 ar fi fost \u00een camer\u0103 cu noi. \u201eOricine e acolo\u2026 nu e pentru voi.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am ridicat, cu Mircea str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be, \u0219i m-am retras c\u00e2\u021biva pa\u0219i. Domnul Dobre a luat un h\u00e2rle\u021b din debara, singura unealt\u0103 la \u00eendem\u00e2n\u0103. So\u021bia lui \u00ee\u0219i \u021binea respira\u021bia.<\/p>\n
A treia serie de b\u0103t\u0103i a fost at\u00e2t de puternic\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t mi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 sare butucul.<\/p>\n
\u0218i apoi\u2026<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
O lini\u0219te at\u00e2t de ad\u00e2nc\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t auzeam tic-tac-ul ceasului de perete.<\/p>\n
Domnul Dobre a f\u0103cut semn s\u0103 nu ne mi\u0219c\u0103m. A mers tiptil spre vizor. A tras aer ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
A privit.<\/p>\n
A tras \u00eenapoi capul, speriat.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu e nimeni\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum genunchii mi se \u00eenmoaie. M-am pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe canapea, str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-mi copilul la piept ca pe ultima mea ancor\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment am \u00een\u021beles ceva care mi-a schimbat pentru totdeauna via\u021ba: uneori, pericolul nu are chip. Uneori nu las\u0103 urme. Uneori nu-l prinzi niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar instinctul\u2026 instinctul nu minte.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een noaptea aceea, instinctul so\u021bului meu ne-a salvat.<\/p>\n
Iar eu, pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103, am realizat c\u00e2t de sub\u021bire e linia dintre normal \u0219i groaz\u0103, dintre c\u0103min \u0219i pericol, dintre via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i\u2026 ce ar fi putut fi.<\/p>\n
\u0218i am mul\u021bumit \u00een g\u00e2nd pentru fiecare pas f\u0103cut \u00een lumina slab\u0103 a acelui bec stradal.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 acolo, \u00een lumina aceea firav\u0103, am sim\u021bit din nou c\u0103 tr\u0103iesc.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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