Ziua intern\u0103rii a fost mohor\u00e2t\u0103. Cerul avea o culoare de plumb, iar ploaia c\u0103dea rar, dar rece. Kata n-a spus nimic. Nu a pl\u00e2ns, nu a protestat. A intrat \u00een salon cu fotografia copilului la piept \u0219i o t\u0103cere demn\u0103 care a pus pe g\u00e2nduri p\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i asistentele.<\/p>\n
Zilele au trecut una dup\u0103 alta, ca frunzele c\u0103zute pe asfaltul gri din curtea institu\u021biei. Kata nu vorbea cu nimeni, dar nota ceva \u00eentr-un carne\u021bel vechi, cu coper\u021bi uzate. Asistentele o priveau cu compasiune. Nu p\u0103rea nebun\u0103, ci doar trist\u0103.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen salonul 4 a fost adus\u0103 o fat\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, blond\u0103, cu unghiile proasp\u0103t f\u0103cute \u0219i un telefon scump \u00een buzunarul halatului alb. Era \u00c9va.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd s-au privit prima dat\u0103, Kata nu a spus nimic. A \u00eenchis doar carne\u021belul, s-a ridicat de pe pat \u0219i s-a uitat pe fereastr\u0103. \u00c9va, obi\u0219nuit\u0103 cu aten\u021bie \u0219i control, nu \u0219tia cum s\u0103 reac\u021bioneze. Nu \u00een\u021belegea de ce era acolo, ce c\u0103uta \u00eentre ni\u0219te femei t\u0103cute, cu priviri goale.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea sear\u0103, Kata a scris o ultim\u0103 propozi\u021bie \u00een carne\u021bel:
\u201eNimic nu se pierde. Totul se pl\u0103te\u0219te.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen urm\u0103toarele s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni, \u00c9va a \u00eenceput s\u0103 se comporte ciudat. Avea halucina\u021bii, vorbea singur\u0103, se temea de umbra ei. Doctorii erau deruta\u021bi. Nu era diagnosticat\u0103 cu nimic grav, dar ceva o m\u0103cina. \u00centr-o zi, \u0219i-a smuls halatul \u0219i a fugit prin curtea spitalului \u021bip\u00e2nd c\u0103 \u201eea \u0219tie tot\u201d.<\/p>\n
G\u00e1bor, c\u00e2nd a fost chemat de urgen\u021b\u0103, a refuzat s\u0103 vin\u0103. Se temea c\u0103 totul se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te.<\/p>\n
La dou\u0103 luni de la internare, Kata a fost declarat\u0103 stabil\u0103. Psihologul spitalului a scris \u00een fi\u0219a ei: \u201estare mental\u0103 echilibrat\u0103, lucid\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 simptome patologice\u201d. A fost externat\u0103 discret, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00eenainte de a pleca, a l\u0103sat o scrisoare pe patul \u00c9vei. \u00cen\u0103untru era doar o poz\u0103 cu copilul lor \u0219i c\u00e2teva r\u00e2nduri:<\/p>\n
\u201ePe mine m-ai \u00eengropat vie, dar din cenu\u0219\u0103 r\u0103sare foc. \u0218i focul arde curat.\u201d<\/p>\n
Kata a plecat din ora\u0219. \u0218i-a schimbat numele, \u0219i-a g\u0103sit un apartament mic \u00eentr-un sat de munte \u0219i a \u00eenceput din nou. Nu \u0219i-a mai vopsit p\u0103rul, nu a mai purtat machiaj, dar \u00een ochii ei ardea o lumin\u0103 nou\u0103: nu a r\u0103zbun\u0103rii, ci a \u00een\u021belegerii.<\/p>\n
Pentru c\u0103 uneori, cea mai puternic\u0103 r\u0103zbunare nu este durerea \u2014 ci supravie\u021buirea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i G\u00e1bor? A r\u0103mas singur, cu o cas\u0103 mare \u0219i goal\u0103, \u0219i cu o t\u0103cere care \u00eel b\u00e2ntuia mai tare dec\u00e2t orice \u021bip\u0103t.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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