Nu am refuzat. N-am avut curajul.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103 zile mai t\u00e2rziu, aveam un rucsac, un telefon aproape f\u0103r\u0103 semnal \u0219i o adres\u0103 scris\u0103 pe o h\u00e2rtie mototolit\u0103: un sat din jude\u021bul Vaslui, la cap\u0103tul unui drum de p\u0103m\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
Ferma nu sem\u0103na cu nimic din ce \u0219tiam eu. Nu era \u201erustic\u0103\u201d, nu era \u201epitoreasc\u0103\u201d. Era grea. Miros de animale, noroi p\u00e2n\u0103 la glezne, m\u00e2ini cr\u0103pate de munc\u0103. Iar tat\u0103l fermierului, nea Gheorghe, m-a privit din cap p\u00e2n\u0103-n picioare \u0219i a zis doar at\u00e2t:<\/p>\n
\u201eNu \u0219tii nimic. O s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n
Prima s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 a fost un iad. M\u0103 trezeam la cinci diminea\u021ba, hr\u0103neam animalele, c\u0103ram saci, cur\u0103\u021bam grajduri. Spatele m\u0103 omora. Palmele mi s\u00e2ngerau. Nu mai existau restaurante, ma\u0219ini scumpe, distrac\u021bii.<\/p>\n
\u0218i apoi era ea.<\/p>\n
Maria.<\/p>\n
Fiica fermierului. Simpl\u0103, t\u0103cut\u0103, cu ochi care spuneau mai mult dec\u00e2t vorbeau. Nu m-a privit niciodat\u0103 ca pe \u201eb\u0103iatul bogatului\u201d. Pentru ea eram doar \u00eenc\u0103 un om care trebuia s\u0103-\u0219i fac\u0103 treaba.<\/p>\n
Seara, m\u00e2ncam to\u021bi la aceea\u0219i mas\u0103. Ciorb\u0103 fierbinte, p\u00e2ine de cas\u0103, lini\u0219te. \u00cen lini\u0219tea aia am \u00eenceput s\u0103 aud lucruri pe care nu le auzisem niciodat\u0103: oboseala, speran\u021ba, frica de m\u00e2ine.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 o lun\u0103, nu mai num\u0103ram zilele. Dup\u0103 dou\u0103, nu mai visam la plecare.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, dup\u0103 o zi grea la c\u00e2mp, am r\u0103mas cu Maria pe prisp\u0103. Aerul era cald. Greierii c\u00e2ntau. N-am vorbit mult. N-a fost nimic planificat. Doar doi oameni obosi\u021bi, sinceri pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba lor.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd mi-a spus c\u0103 e \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103, am sim\u021bit acela\u0219i p\u0103m\u00e2nt mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se sub mine.<\/p>\n
Diferen\u021ba era c\u0103, de data asta, nu mi-a fost fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd tat\u0103l meu a venit dup\u0103 trei luni, a cobor\u00e2t din ma\u0219ina lui scump\u0103 \u0219i a r\u0103mas nemi\u0219cat. M-a v\u0103zut murdar, slab, cu m\u00e2inile cr\u0103pate. A v\u0103zut-o pe Maria l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine. A v\u0103zut burta ei.<\/p>\n
Ne-am privit f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte.<\/p>\n
\u201eE al meu,\u201d am spus. \u201e\u0218i r\u0103m\u00e2n.\u201d<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103, nu i-am cerut nimic.<\/p>\n
A t\u0103cut mult. Apoi a intrat \u00een curte, a m\u00e2ncat la mas\u0103 cu to\u021bi ceilal\u021bi \u0219i, la plecare, mi-a \u00eentins un plic.<\/p>\n
Nu era un cec. Nu era un contract.<\/p>\n
Era actul unei mici ferme, cump\u0103rat\u0103 pe numele meu, \u00eentr-un sat vecin.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu te mai salvez,\u201d a spus. \u201eDar nici nu te mai opresc.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi nu mai am costume scumpe. Am datorii, munc\u0103, un copil care vine pe lume.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, pentru prima dat\u0103, am ceva ce nu mi-a putut lua nimeni: o via\u021b\u0103 care e cu adev\u0103rat a mea.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Nu am refuzat. N-am avut curajul. Dou\u0103 zile mai t\u00e2rziu, aveam un rucsac, un telefon aproape f\u0103r\u0103 semnal \u0219i o adres\u0103 scris\u0103 pe o h\u00e2rtie mototolit\u0103: un sat din jude\u021bul Vaslui, la cap\u0103tul unui drum de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Ferma nu sem\u0103na cu nimic din ce \u0219tiam eu. Nu era \u201erustic\u0103\u201d, nu era \u201epitoreasc\u0103\u201d. Era grea. Miros […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":15996,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-15995","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\/15995","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=15995"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15995\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15997,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15995\/revisions\/15997"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/15996"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15995"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15995"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15995"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}