U\u0219a s-a deschis cu un clinchet sec, iar mirosul de cafea pr\u0103jit\u0103 i-a izbit n\u0103rile. Pa\u0219ii i-au fost grei, de parc\u0103 fiecare clip\u0103 din trecut \u00eel tr\u0103gea \u00eenapoi. Ea nu-l v\u0103zuse \u00eenc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Copiii da.<\/p>\n
Unul dintre b\u0103ie\u021bi i-a ar\u0103tat discret cu degetul. Cel mai mic, cu ochii largi \u0219i p\u0103rul cre\u021b, a \u00eencremenit. Ceilal\u021bi doi l-au privit cu o curiozitate care p\u0103rea \u00eenn\u0103scut\u0103 \u2014 instinctul de a recunoa\u0219te ceva din tine \u00een cel\u0103lalt.<\/p>\n
Atunci ea s-a \u00eentors.<\/p>\n
Pentru o clip\u0103, timpul s-a oprit.<\/p>\n
Ochii ei, c\u00e2ndva at\u00e2t de bl\u00e2nzi, se m\u0103rir\u0103. O cea\u0219c\u0103 se cl\u0103tin\u0103 \u00een m\u00e2na ei, dar nu a c\u0103zut. Lini\u0219tea dintre ei era mai zgomotoas\u0103 dec\u00e2t orice cuv\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Mihai\u2026?<\/p>\n
Numele lui, spus cu voce joas\u0103, avea greutatea anilor pierdu\u021bi, a speran\u021belor \u00eengropate \u0219i a dorului nespus.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Andreea\u2026 \u2014 glasul lui tremura. \u2014 Sunt ai mei?<\/p>\n
Ea a \u00eenchis ochii o secund\u0103. Apoi, calm, a spus:<\/p>\n
\u2014 Sunt ai no\u0219tri.<\/p>\n
Nimeni din cafenea nu \u0219tia cine sunt. Nu conta. \u00cen acel col\u021b de Portland, doi fo\u0219ti iubi\u021bi rom\u00e2ni, c\u00e2ndva pierdu\u021bi \u00een lume, se reg\u0103seau \u00een mijlocul unor vie\u021bi separate de orgoliu, dar legate pe vecie de s\u00e2nge.<\/p>\n
S-au a\u0219ezat. Copiii se foiau, sim\u021bind c\u0103 urmeaz\u0103 ceva important. Mihai \u0219i-a dres glasul \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 povesteasc\u0103.<\/p>\n
Cum o visase \u00een nop\u021bile reci din Canada. Cum p\u0103strase cheia de la garsoniera \u00een care locuiser\u0103 \u00een Cluj. Cum \u00eei mai scrisese scrisori pe h\u00e2rtie, pe care nu le trimisese niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n
Andreea a z\u00e2mbit, apoi a scos din geant\u0103 o fotografie veche \u2014 el, ea, \u0219i un c\u00e2ine vagabond pe care \u00eel adoptaser\u0103 \u00eentr-o iarn\u0103 geroas\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu am fugit de tine, Mihai. Am fugit de cine deveniser\u0103m.<\/p>\n
\u0218i a\u0219a, \u00een fa\u021ba a trei perechi de ochi curio\u0219i, au \u00eenceput s\u0103 rescrie o poveste pe care destinul o abandonase la jum\u0103tate.<\/p>\n
Au vorbit ore \u00een \u0219ir. Despre Rom\u00e2nia. Despre p\u0103rin\u021bi. Despre cum \u0219i-au numit b\u0103ie\u021bii: \u0218tefan, Luca \u0219i David \u2014 to\u021bi cu nume rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, cu pove\u0219ti ad\u00e2nci \u0219i grele \u00een spate.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 la finalul zilei, Mihai le cump\u0103rase \u00eenghe\u021bat\u0103 tuturor \u0219i le f\u0103cuse promisiunea unui tat\u0103: \u201eN-am fost aici p\u00e2n\u0103 acum, dar nu plec nic\u0103ieri de-acum \u00eenainte.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00eentr-un col\u021b de lume, departe de satul bunicilor, dar cu r\u0103d\u0103cini ad\u00e2nc \u00eenfipte \u00een suflet, o familie rom\u00e2neasc\u0103 se reg\u0103sea. Nu prin s\u00e2nge. Ci prin iertare.<\/p>\n
\u0218i nimic nu mai p\u0103rea imposibil.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
U\u0219a s-a deschis cu un clinchet sec, iar mirosul de cafea pr\u0103jit\u0103 i-a izbit n\u0103rile. Pa\u0219ii i-au fost grei, de parc\u0103 fiecare clip\u0103 din trecut \u00eel tr\u0103gea \u00eenapoi. Ea nu-l v\u0103zuse \u00eenc\u0103. Copiii da. Unul dintre b\u0103ie\u021bi i-a ar\u0103tat discret cu degetul. Cel mai mic, cu ochii largi \u0219i p\u0103rul cre\u021b, a \u00eencremenit. Ceilal\u021bi doi […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":1940,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1937","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\/1937","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=1937"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1937\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1941,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1937\/revisions\/1941"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1940"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1937"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1937"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1937"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}