Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea at\u00e2t de tare, \u00eenc\u00e2t aveam impresia c\u0103 o aud peste zgomotul motoarelor. Numele acela \u00eemi r\u0103suna \u00een cap, lovindu-se de amintiri pe care le credeam moarte.<\/p>\n
Andrei.<\/p>\n
Andrei Ionescu.<\/p>\n
Primul meu iubit. B\u0103iatul cu care visam la o via\u021b\u0103 simpl\u0103, \u00eentr-un apartament mic, cu mu\u0219cate la geam \u0219i cafea b\u0103ut\u0103 \u00een fiecare diminea\u021b\u0103 pe fug\u0103. B\u0103iatul care plecase la \u0219coala de avia\u021bie \u0219i-mi promisese c\u0103 se va \u00eentoarce.<\/p>\n
Nu s-a mai \u00eentors niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Sau, cel pu\u021bin, a\u0219a crezusem.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un nod \u00een piept. Mi-am dus m\u00e2na la gur\u0103, ca s\u0103 nu scot niciun sunet. Ion era l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, dar \u00eentre noi se c\u0103scase un gol imens, plin de durere \u0219i ani netr\u0103i\u021bi.<\/p>\n
Zborul a continuat. Minutele se scurgeau greu, fiecare secund\u0103 at\u00e2rna ca o piatr\u0103. O parte din mine voia s\u0103 fug\u0103 spre cabin\u0103, s\u0103 bat la u\u0219\u0103, s\u0103 strig: \u201eSunt eu! Maria!\u201d Cealalt\u0103 parte se temea. Dac\u0103 nu era el? Dac\u0103 mintea \u00eemi juca feste, sl\u0103bit\u0103 de durere?<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd avionul a \u00eenceput cobor\u00e2rea, vocea s-a auzit din nou. Aceea\u0219i voce. F\u0103r\u0103 \u00eendoial\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 aterizare, pasagerii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 se ridice. Eu am r\u0103mas pe loc, paralizat\u0103. Ion m-a privit pentru prima dat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat.<\/p>\n
\u201eE\u0219ti bine?\u201d m-a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n
Am cl\u0103tinat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u201eTrebuie\u2026 trebuie s\u0103 mai stau pu\u021bin.\u201d<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eentrebe nimic. Poate c\u0103 \u0219i el avea nevoie de aer.<\/p>\n
Am a\u0219teptat p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd avionul s-a golit aproape complet. O stewardes\u0103 s-a apropiat.<\/p>\n
\u201eDoamn\u0103, totul e \u00een regul\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eA\u0219 vrea\u2026 dac\u0103 se poate\u2026 s\u0103 vorbesc cu pilotul.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-a privit surprins\u0103, apoi a dat din cap.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2teva minute mai t\u00e2rziu, u\u0219a cabinei s-a deschis.<\/p>\n
\u0218i l-am v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n
P\u0103rul \u00eenc\u0103run\u021bit. Riduri fine \u00een jurul ochilor. Dar privirea\u2026 aceea\u0219i.<\/p>\n
M-a privit o secund\u0103. Apoi alta. \u0218i atunci am v\u0103zut cum i se schimb\u0103 fa\u021ba.<\/p>\n
\u201eMaria\u2026\u201d a spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Am izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns. Un pl\u00e2ns adunat \u00een mine de ani, nu doar de la moartea fiului meu, ci de la tot ce pierdusem pe drum.<\/p>\n
Ne-am a\u0219ezat pe dou\u0103 scaune din avionul gol. I-am spus de fiul meu. El mi-a spus de via\u021ba lui. Niciunul nu avusese o poveste u\u0219oar\u0103. Niciunul nu fusese cru\u021bat.<\/p>\n
\u201eTe-am c\u0103utat,\u201d mi-a spus. \u201eDar ai disp\u0103rut. Mi s-a spus c\u0103 te-ai m\u0103ritat.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eAm crezut c\u0103 m-ai uitat,\u201d i-am r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n
Am stat acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd un angajat ne-a anun\u021bat c\u0103 avionul trebuie preg\u0103tit.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd m-am ridicat s\u0103 plec, Andrei m-a prins u\u0219or de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u00cemi pare r\u0103u c\u0103 ne revedem a\u0219a.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201e\u0218i mie,\u201d am spus. \u201eDar poate\u2026 poate trebuia.\u201d<\/p>\n
La \u00eenmorm\u00e2ntare, Ion a stat l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine. M-a \u021binut de m\u00e2n\u0103 pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp. I-am spus mai t\u00e2rziu despre Andrei. N-a fost sup\u0103rat. Doar obosit.<\/p>\n
Durerea nu a disp\u0103rut.<\/p>\n
Dar ceva s-a a\u0219ezat.<\/p>\n
Am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 via\u021ba nu ne ofer\u0103 mereu ce vrem, dar uneori ne d\u0103 exact ce avem nevoie, chiar \u0219i \u00een cele mai \u00eentunecate zile.<\/p>\n
Iar uneori, o voce dintr-un avion \u00ee\u021bi aminte\u0219te cine ai fost\u2026 ca s\u0103 po\u021bi merge mai departe.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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