Au trecut patru ani de atunci.<\/p>\n
Via\u021ba mea, v\u0103zut\u0103 din afar\u0103, p\u0103rea un succes de revist\u0103. Ma\u0219in\u0103 scump\u0103, apartament \u00eentr-un cartier bun, vacan\u021be \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate. Dar \u00een\u0103untru era un gol pe care nu-l mai puteam acoperi cu nimic. Veronica \u0219i cu mine tr\u0103iam ca doi colegi politico\u0219i. Totul era corect, aranjat, rece. Niciun r\u00e2s adev\u0103rat. Nicio c\u0103ldur\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, un fost coleg mi-a spus, aproape \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, c\u0103 Elena urma s\u0103 se m\u0103rite. Cu un muncitor \u00een construc\u021bii. \u201eUn tip simplu, lucreaz\u0103 pe \u0219antiere prin Bra\u0219ov\u201d, a zis, z\u00e2mbind ironic.<\/p>\n
M\u00e2ndria mea s-a trezit imediat.<\/p>\n
M-am dus la preg\u0103tirile nun\u021bii cu un nod de superioritate \u00een stomac. Voiam s\u0103 v\u0103d cu ochii mei unde ajunsese. Voiam s\u0103 m\u0103 simt mai bine.<\/p>\n
Sala era modest\u0103, o pensiune cochet\u0103 de la marginea ora\u0219ului. F\u0103r\u0103 opulen\u021b\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 fi\u021be. Pe pere\u021bi erau \u0219tergare rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, flori de c\u00e2mp \u00een borcane \u0219i un banner simplu: \u201eCas\u0103 de piatr\u0103, Elena \u0219i Andrei\u201d.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci l-am v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
Andrei.<\/strong><\/p>\n Nu avea costum scump. Purta o c\u0103ma\u0219\u0103 alb\u0103, simpl\u0103, m\u00e2necile suflecate. M\u00e2inile \u00eei erau aspre, cr\u0103pate de munc\u0103. Dar felul \u00een care o privea pe Elena m-a lovit ca un pumn \u00een piept.<\/p>\n Era o privire plin\u0103 de respect. De lini\u0219te. De siguran\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n Elena nu mai era fata obosit\u0103 de la recep\u021bie. Str\u0103lucea. R\u00e2dea din toat\u0103 inima. Nu se uita peste um\u0103r, nu p\u0103rea mic\u0219orat\u0103. Era acas\u0103.<\/p>\n Atunci mi-au cedat picioarele.<\/p>\n Am ie\u0219it afar\u0103, m-am sprijinit de un gard \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng. Nu discret. Nu elegant. Ci a\u0219a cum pl\u00e2nge un om c\u00e2nd adev\u0103rul \u00eel ajunge din urm\u0103.<\/p>\n Am \u00een\u021beles, prea t\u00e2rziu, ce pierdusem.<\/p>\n Nu banii. Nu statutul.<\/p>\n Ci un om care m-ar fi iubit \u0219i \u00eentr-o garsonier\u0103 rece, cu 2.000 de lei pe lun\u0103, cu o ciorb\u0103 simpl\u0103 pe mas\u0103 \u0219i cu lumin\u0103 pu\u021bin\u0103, dar cald\u0103.<\/p>\n Elena nu alesese \u201emai pu\u021bin\u201d.<\/p>\n Alesese mai bine<\/strong>.<\/p>\n Andrei nu \u00eei promitea vacan\u021be exotice. \u00cei promitea c\u0103 vine acas\u0103 \u00een fiecare sear\u0103. C\u0103 o ascult\u0103. C\u0103 o \u021bine de m\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd via\u021ba doare.<\/p>\n Am plecat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 vad\u0103.<\/p>\n C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, am divor\u021bat. F\u0103r\u0103 scandal. F\u0103r\u0103 dram\u0103. Doar un alt act semnat corect, rece.<\/p>\n Ast\u0103zi locuiesc singur. Am tot ce visam c\u00e2nd aveam dou\u0103zeci de ani. Dar am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat ceva ce nicio facultate nu m-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat.<\/p>\n C\u0103 valoarea unui om nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een func\u021bie de ce ma\u0219in\u0103 conduce sau c\u00e2\u021bi bani are \u00een cont. Ci dup\u0103 c\u00e2t\u0103 pace aduce \u00een via\u021ba celui de l\u00e2ng\u0103 el.<\/p>\n Uneori, trec prin Bra\u0219ov. I-am v\u0103zut o dat\u0103, \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor, pe strad\u0103. Elena era \u00eens\u0103rcinat\u0103. Andrei \u00eei \u021binea plasa \u0219i r\u00e2dea.<\/p>\n Nu m-au v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n \u0218i a fost bine a\u0219a.<\/p>\n Pentru c\u0103 unele lec\u021bii nu sunt menite s\u0103 fie reparate. Au trecut patru ani de atunci. Via\u021ba mea, v\u0103zut\u0103 din afar\u0103, p\u0103rea un succes de revist\u0103. Ma\u0219in\u0103 scump\u0103, apartament \u00eentr-un cartier bun, vacan\u021be \u00een str\u0103in\u0103tate. Dar \u00een\u0103untru era un gol pe care nu-l mai puteam acoperi cu nimic. Veronica \u0219i cu mine tr\u0103iam ca doi colegi politico\u0219i. Totul era corect, aranjat, rece. Niciun r\u00e2s adev\u0103rat. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":16599,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-16598","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\/16598","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=16598"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16598\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":16600,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/16598\/revisions\/16600"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/16599"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=16598"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=16598"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=16598"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
Doar \u00eenv\u0103\u021bate.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"