Pe cruce nu era ceea ce m\u0103 a\u0219teptam s\u0103 v\u0103d.<\/p>\n
Numele era acolo. Corect. Prenumele, numele de familie, totul. Dar data mor\u021bii\u2026 data mor\u021bii era de acum doi ani.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se taie picioarele. Am mai privit o dat\u0103. \u0218i \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103. Am frecat cu m\u00e2neca piatra rece, de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi crezut c\u0103 v\u0103d gre\u0219it. Nu. Scria clar. Femeia care, dup\u0103 spusele so\u021bului meu, murise cu mult \u00eenainte s\u0103 ne cunoa\u0219tem\u2026 murise la trei ani dup\u0103 ce eram deja c\u0103s\u0103tori\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Mi s-a f\u0103cut r\u0103u.<\/p>\n
M-am a\u0219ezat pe marginea morm\u00e2ntului \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 respir sacadat. \u00cen cap mi se \u00eenv\u00e2rteau mii de g\u00e2nduri. Minte? A gre\u0219it cineva? E un morm\u00e2nt vechi ref\u0103cut? Sau\u2026 nu era prima lui so\u021bie?<\/p>\n
M-am ridicat \u0219i am privit \u00een jur. L\u00e2ng\u0103 morm\u00e2nt era o fotografie mic\u0103, prins\u0103 \u00eentr-un col\u021b. O femeie t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, cu ochi obosi\u021bi, dar bl\u00e2nzi. Am sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. Nu o mai v\u0103zusem niciodat\u0103. Nu sem\u0103na cu nimeni din pozele vechi din casa noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am observat ceva \u0219i mai ciudat. P\u0103m\u00e2ntul era proasp\u0103t. Nu ca la mormintele vechi, l\u0103sate de ani de zile. Cineva fusese acolo recent. Flori ofilite, dar nu uscate complet. O lum\u00e2nare ars\u0103 pe jum\u0103tate.<\/p>\n
Cine venea?<\/p>\n
Am plecat de acolo tremur\u00e2nd. Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103 mi s-a p\u0103rut nesf\u00e2r\u0219it. C\u00e2nd am intrat \u00een apartament, so\u021bul meu, Andrei, era \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie. A z\u00e2mbit c\u00e2nd m-a v\u0103zut, dar z\u00e2mbetul i s-a \u0219ters imediat c\u00e2nd a observat fa\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Unde ai fost? m-a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 La cimitir, i-am spus calm.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenghe\u021bat.<\/p>\n
Nu a mai min\u021bit. N-a mai putut.<\/p>\n
Mi-a spus adev\u0103rul \u00een seara aceea, cu voce joas\u0103, st\u00e2nd pe marginea patului, cu capul \u00een m\u00e2ini. Femeia nu fusese prima lui so\u021bie. Fusese a doua. Se c\u0103s\u0103torise \u00een secret, dup\u0103 ce noi eram deja \u00eempreun\u0103, dar treceam printr-o perioad\u0103 grea. O rela\u021bie scurt\u0103, plin\u0103 de vin\u0103, ru\u0219ine \u0219i fric\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ea se \u00eemboln\u0103vise grav. Cancer. El o ajuta cu bani, cu drumuri la spital, pl\u0103tea tratamente, analize, mii de lei pe care eu nu \u0219tiam de unde disp\u0103reau. C\u00e2nd a murit, nu a mai avut curajul s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 nimic. A ales s\u0103 tac\u0103. S\u0103 \u00eengroape totul, la propriu \u0219i la figurat.<\/p>\n
Am ascultat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng. Parc\u0103 nu mai aveam lacrimi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen zilele urm\u0103toare, m-am mutat la sora mea. Aveam nevoie de lini\u0219te. De aer. De adev\u0103r. M-am g\u00e2ndit mult la femeia de la morm\u00e2nt. La c\u00e2t de singur\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 fi fost. La mine. La el. La via\u021ba construit\u0103 pe t\u0103ceri.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 o lun\u0103, am luat o decizie.<\/p>\n
M-am \u00eentors la cimitir. De data asta, con\u0219tient. Am pus flori. Am aprins o lum\u00e2nare. \u0218i am spus, \u00een \u0219oapt\u0103, ce nu apucasem prima dat\u0103: \u201e\u00cemi pare r\u0103u\u201d.<\/p>\n
Nu pentru c\u0103 i-a\u0219 fi luat locul. Ci pentru c\u0103 adev\u0103rul a venit prea t\u00e2rziu.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m-am \u00eentors acas\u0103, am \u0219tiut ce am de f\u0103cut. I-am cerut divor\u021bul. F\u0103r\u0103 scandal. F\u0103r\u0103 urlete. Doar cu demnitate.<\/p>\n
Ast\u0103zi locuiesc \u00eentr-un apartament mic, pl\u0103tit din munca mea. Beau cafeaua diminea\u021ba f\u0103r\u0103 nod \u00een stomac. Dorm lini\u0219tit\u0103. \u0218i \u0219tiu un lucru sigur: adev\u0103rul doare, dar minciuna distruge.<\/p>\n
Iar eu am ales, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103 tr\u0103iesc pe un p\u0103m\u00e2nt curat.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Pe cruce nu era ceea ce m\u0103 a\u0219teptam s\u0103 v\u0103d. Numele era acolo. Corect. Prenumele, numele de familie, totul. Dar data mor\u021bii\u2026 data mor\u021bii era de acum doi ani. Am sim\u021bit cum mi se taie picioarele. Am mai privit o dat\u0103. \u0218i \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103. Am frecat cu m\u00e2neca piatra rece, de parc\u0103 a\u0219 fi […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":17723,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-17722","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\/17722","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=17722"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17722\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17724,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17722\/revisions\/17724"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/17723"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=17722"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=17722"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=17722"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}