Mihai a r\u0103mas cu m\u00e2na \u00een aer, cu bucata de tapet at\u00e2rn\u00e2nd. Inima \u00eei b\u0103tea tare, de parc\u0103 urma s\u0103-i sar\u0103 din piept. A apropiat fa\u021ba de perete \u0219i a mai desprins pu\u021bin din material.<\/p>\n
Nu era p\u00e2nz\u0103 simpl\u0103.<\/p>\n
Era o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103.<\/p>\n
O c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 veche, b\u0103rb\u0103teasc\u0103, cusut\u0103 direct pe perete, \u00eentins\u0103 ca o piele. Sub ea se vedeau urme \u00eentunecate, pete vechi, aproape negre. Mihai a f\u0103cut un pas \u00een spate \u0219i s-a sprijinit de mas\u0103. Sim\u021bea cum \u00eel ia cu ame\u021beal\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201eDoamne\u2026 ce-i asta?\u201d, a murmurat.<\/p>\n
A tras ad\u00e2nc aer \u00een piept \u0219i, cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nd, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 rup\u0103 tapetul \u0219i din jur. Pe tot peretele, sub straturile de h\u00e2rtie, erau haine. C\u0103m\u0103\u0219i, buc\u0103\u021bi de saci, chiar \u0219i o rochie veche de femeie. Toate prinse cu cuie ruginite, ca un fel de colaj macabru.<\/p>\n
Mirosul s-a schimbat. Nu mai era doar mucegai. Era un miros greu, \u00een\u021bep\u0103tor, de lucruri vechi \u0219i uitate.<\/p>\n
Mihai s-a a\u0219ezat pe scaun. I-au venit \u00een minte toate pove\u0219tile auzite prin porturi, despre oameni ciuda\u021bi, despre singur\u0103tate care \u00ee\u021bi ia min\u021bile. B\u0103tr\u00e2nul Dumitrescu tr\u0103ise singur ani la r\u00e2nd. Nimeni nu-l vizita.<\/p>\n
S-a ridicat hot\u0103r\u00e2t. A mers \u00een dormitor. A tras tapetul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat.<\/p>\n
La fel.<\/p>\n
Pe un perete \u00eentreg, sub h\u00e2rtie, erau fotografii vechi. O familie. Un b\u0103rbat, o femeie, doi copii. To\u021bi tineri. Z\u00e2mbeau. Fotografiile erau cusute cu a\u021b\u0103 groas\u0103, ca ni\u0219te r\u0103ni \u00een perete. Peste unele, cineva scrisese cu creionul: \u201ePLECA\u021aI\u201d, \u201eTR\u0102D\u0102TORI\u201d, \u201eAICI E CASA MEA\u201d.<\/p>\n
Mihai a \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
Nu era o crim\u0103. Era o nebunie lent\u0103.<\/p>\n
A c\u0103utat prin sertare. A g\u0103sit un caiet gros, cu coper\u021bi albastre. Jurnalul lui Dumitrescu. Pagini \u00eentregi scrise m\u0103runt. Povestea unei familii care \u00eel p\u0103r\u0103sise. So\u021bia plecase cu copiii \u00een Germania, imediat dup\u0103 Revolu\u021bie. El r\u0103m\u0103sese singur, cu casa \u0219i amintirile.<\/p>\n
Scria cum, r\u00e2nd pe r\u00e2nd, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 \u201elipeasc\u0103 trecutul de pere\u021bi\u201d, ca s\u0103 nu-l mai piard\u0103. Hainele lor. Pozele lor. Orice r\u0103m\u0103sese. Ca s\u0103 nu se simt\u0103 singur.<\/p>\n
Ultima pagin\u0103 era aproape goal\u0103. Doar o propozi\u021bie:
\u201eDac\u0103 cineva va citi asta, sper s\u0103 redea casei via\u021ba.\u201d<\/p>\n
Mihai a \u00eenchis caietul \u0219i a stat mult timp pe marginea patului. Nu-i mai era fric\u0103. \u00cei era mil\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, a scos tot. Tapet, haine, fotografii. Le-a pus cu grij\u0103 \u00een cutii. A chemat un preot din sat. A aprins o lum\u00e2nare. A l\u0103sat caietul \u00een biseric\u0103, la pomelnic.<\/p>\n
Apoi a \u00eenceput s\u0103 repare casa cu adev\u0103rat. A sp\u0103lat pere\u021bii, a zugr\u0103vit, a pus tapet nou. Simplu. Alb. Curat.<\/p>\n
A plantat ro\u0219ii \u00een curte. A schimbat acoperi\u0219ul. A reparat ferestrele. Vecinii au \u00eenceput s\u0103-l salute. S\u0103-i aduc\u0103 ou\u0103, o can\u0103 de lapte, o vorb\u0103 bun\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, st\u00e2nd pe prisp\u0103, cu un ceai cald \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, Mihai a privit casa. Nu mai era str\u00e2mb\u0103. Nu mai era trist\u0103.<\/p>\n
Era vie.<\/p>\n
\u0218i a \u0219tiut atunci sigur: nu f\u0103cuse o gre\u0219eal\u0103. Salvase nu doar o cas\u0103, ci \u0219i o poveste care nu trebuia s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eengropat\u0103 sub tapet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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