Printre cioburile de lut \u0219i r\u0103d\u0103cinile uscate, o pung\u0103 mic\u0103 de plastic, bine \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat\u0103 \u00een folie, ie\u0219ea la iveal\u0103. Am \u00eenghe\u021bat. M-am uitat la ea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respir. P\u0103rea\u2026 pus\u0103 acolo cu inten\u021bie.<\/p>\n
M-am aplecat cu grij\u0103, uit\u00e2nd pentru o clip\u0103 de acele cactusului care mi se \u00eenfipseser\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. Am desf\u0103cut u\u0219or folia \u0219i am g\u0103sit \u00een\u0103untru un plic galben, lipit cu band\u0103 adeziv\u0103. Pe el, scris cu pixul: \u201e\u00cen caz c\u0103 nu m\u0103 mai \u00eentorc.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am a\u0219ezat pe podea, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd. L-am deschis.<\/p>\n
\u00cen\u0103untru erau dou\u0103 lucruri: o scrisoare \u0219i o fotografie veche. \u00cen fotografie, John era cu o femeie blond\u0103, \u021bin\u00e2nd un copil de m\u00e2n\u0103. Erau \u00eentr-un peisaj de iarn\u0103, poate \u00eentr-un sat de munte. \u00cen spatele lor, un indicator: \u201eRuc\u0103r \u2013 Bran, 2 km\u201d.<\/p>\n
Am citit scrisoarea. Fiecare r\u00e2nd \u00eemi d\u0103dea fiori. Era scris\u0103 acum trei ani, exact c\u00e2nd \u201eGeneralul\u201d ap\u0103ruse \u00een cas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 cite\u0219ti asta, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ori m-am \u00eentors \u0219i n-am avut curajul s\u0103-\u021bi spun, ori nu m-am mai \u00eentors deloc. Femeia din poz\u0103 e Loredana. Ne-am cunoscut \u00eenainte s\u0103 m\u0103 c\u0103s\u0103toresc cu tine. N-am \u0219tiut ce s\u0103 aleg. Pe copil l-am recunoscut abia recent. Am f\u0103cut un test ADN \u00een secret. Este al meu. \u00cemi pare r\u0103u. \u00ce\u021bi las cactusul ca pe un secret \u00eengropat \u0219i, dac\u0103 va trebui vreodat\u0103 s\u0103 afli, atunci poate… m\u0103 vei ierta.\u201d<\/p>\n
M\u0103 uitam \u00een gol. \u00cen capul meu vuiau \u00eentreb\u0103ri: c\u00e2\u021bi ani are copilul? De ce nu mi-a spus niciodat\u0103? De ce cactusul?! Poate pentru c\u0103 \u0219tia c\u0103 nu-l voi atinge niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
A doua zi am luat poza, scrisoarea \u0219i m-am urcat \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103. Am condus p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een Ruc\u0103r. N-am anun\u021bat pe nimeni. Am \u00eentrebat localnicii, am b\u0103tut la por\u021bi, p\u00e2n\u0103 am g\u0103sit-o.<\/p>\n
Loredana deschidea poarta c\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut. Nu a spus nimic. A cobor\u00e2t copilul din ma\u0219in\u0103. Era b\u0103iat. Avea ochii lui John.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218tie cine e tat\u0103l lui? am \u00eentrebat.
\u2014 \u0218tie. Dar \u0219i-a dorit mereu o sor\u0103. Ai copii?<\/p>\n
M-am uitat la ea. Lacrimile nu mai veneau. Doar un gol \u00een stomac \u0219i o greutate \u00een piept.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu, am avut doar… cactu\u0219i.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een acel moment am \u00een\u021beles: uneori, cei mai periculo\u0219i spini nu sunt cei care \u00een\u021beap\u0103 pielea \u2014 ci cei care \u00een\u021beap\u0103 \u00eencrederea.<\/p>\n
Dar, a\u0219a cum zice o vorb\u0103 din b\u0103tr\u00e2ni, \u201eadev\u0103rul, oric\u00e2t l-ai ascunde sub lut \u0219i ace, tot iese la lumin\u0103 c\u00e2nd vine vremea s\u0103 uzi p\u0103m\u00e2ntul.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Printre cioburile de lut \u0219i r\u0103d\u0103cinile uscate, o pung\u0103 mic\u0103 de plastic, bine \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat\u0103 \u00een folie, ie\u0219ea la iveal\u0103. Am \u00eenghe\u021bat. M-am uitat la ea f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respir. P\u0103rea\u2026 pus\u0103 acolo cu inten\u021bie. M-am aplecat cu grij\u0103, uit\u00e2nd pentru o clip\u0103 de acele cactusului care mi se \u00eenfipseser\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. Am desf\u0103cut u\u0219or folia \u0219i […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1577,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1576","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\/1576","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=1576"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1576\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1578,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1576\/revisions\/1578"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1577"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1576"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1576"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1576"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}