Valentina st\u0103tea \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, sub un copac \u00eempodobit cu lumini\u021be, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i lini\u0219teasc\u0103 respira\u021bia. Muzica se auzea \u00een surdin\u0103 din salon, r\u00e2sete, pahare ciocnite, ur\u0103ri strigate peste capetele invita\u021bilor. Z\u00e2mbea mecanic c\u00e2nd cineva ie\u0219ea afar\u0103, dar \u00een interiorul ei se sim\u021bea cople\u0219it\u0103.<\/p>\n
Atunci l-a v\u0103zut pe unchiul Robert.<\/p>\n
Se apropiase calm, cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunare, z\u00e2mbind. Era fratele mamei ei. Un om despre care to\u021bi spuneau c\u0103 e retras, ciudat, dar de \u00eencredere. Valentina \u00eel \u0219tia de mic\u0103. \u00cei adusese cadouri, o dusese uneori cu ma\u0219ina la \u0219coal\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai fugit de petrecere? a \u00eentrebat el, pe un ton bl\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n
Valentina a dat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 E prea mult pentru mine\u2026 a spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Robert i-a spus c\u0103 \u00een beciul salonului e lini\u0219te, c\u0103 pot cobor\u00ee doar c\u00e2teva minute, s\u0103 stea departe de zgomot. Nu i s-a p\u0103rut nimic ciudat. Era unchiul ei.<\/p>\n
A cobor\u00e2t cu el.<\/p>\n
Apoi, nimeni n-a mai v\u0103zut-o.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte, petrecerea s-a transformat \u00een haos. Muzica s-a oprit brusc. Tat\u0103l ei a ie\u0219it alerg\u00e2nd afar\u0103. Mama a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u021bipe. Au sunat la poli\u021bie. Au c\u0103utat-o peste tot: \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, \u00een toalete, pe strad\u0103, la spitale.<\/p>\n
Nimic.<\/p>\n
Zilele au devenit s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni. S\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile, ani.<\/p>\n
Familia s-a destr\u0103mat \u00eencet. Tat\u0103l a \u00eenchis magazinul. Mama a intrat \u00eentr-o depresie ad\u00e2nc\u0103. Andrei a devenit t\u0103cut, iar Maria a crescut cu fotografia surorii ei pe noptier\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 de ce nimeni nu vorbe\u0219te despre ea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n
Unchiul Robert a fost audiat atunci. A spus c\u0103 a plecat devreme de la petrecere. Nu existau dovezi. A continuat s\u0103 vin\u0103 la mese de familie, de\u0219i mama Valentinei nu se sim\u021bea niciodat\u0103 \u00een largul ei \u00een preajma lui.<\/p>\n
Opt ani mai t\u00e2rziu, c\u00e2nd casa lui Robert a intrat \u00een renovare, unul dintre muncitori a lovit din gre\u0219eal\u0103 un perete fals din beci. \u00cen spatele lui, au g\u0103sit o cutie veche, pr\u0103fuit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0103untru era tiara.<\/p>\n
\u0218i l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, un jurnal mic, cu coper\u021bi albastre.<\/p>\n
Jurnalul Valentinei.<\/p>\n
Ultimele pagini erau scrise tremurat. Vorbea despre frica ei, despre cum unchiul o f\u0103cuse s\u0103 coboare \u00een beci, despre cum u\u0219a se \u00eenchisese. Despre cum nimeni nu o auzea.<\/p>\n
Poli\u021bia a fost chemat\u0103 imediat. Robert a fost arestat \u00een aceea\u0219i zi.<\/p>\n
A m\u0103rturisit tot.<\/p>\n
Valentina murise \u00een acea noapte. O \u021binuse ascuns\u0103, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 adev\u0103rul nu va ie\u0219i niciodat\u0103 la iveal\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd verdictul a fost pronun\u021bat, mama Valentinei a str\u00e2ns jurnalul la piept. Nu era r\u0103zbunare \u00een ochii ei. Doar o durere veche, dar, pentru prima dat\u0103, cu un strop de lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Adev\u0103rul, chiar \u0219i dup\u0103 opt ani, ie\u0219ise la lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar numele Valentinei nu mai era doar o fotografie pe un perete. Era, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, auzit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Valentina st\u0103tea \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, sub un copac \u00eempodobit cu lumini\u021be, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i lini\u0219teasc\u0103 respira\u021bia. Muzica se auzea \u00een surdin\u0103 din salon, r\u00e2sete, pahare ciocnite, ur\u0103ri strigate peste capetele invita\u021bilor. Z\u00e2mbea mecanic c\u00e2nd cineva ie\u0219ea afar\u0103, dar \u00een interiorul ei se sim\u021bea cople\u0219it\u0103. Atunci l-a v\u0103zut pe unchiul Robert. Se apropiase calm, cu m\u00e2inile \u00een buzunare, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15227,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15226","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\/15226","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=15226"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15226\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15228,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15226\/revisions\/15228"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/15227"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15226"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15226"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15226"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}