Ecranul a r\u0103mas gol. Niciun semn. Doar lini\u0219te.
Ca un ceas vechi care nu mai tic\u0103ie.<\/p>\n
M-am ridicat \u00eencet, am tras perdeaua \u0219i am l\u0103sat soarele s\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pere\u021bii goi. Pe marginea geamului, o musc\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i freca picioru\u0219ele, nep\u0103s\u0103toare. Din strad\u0103 se auzeau voci, r\u00e2sete, via\u021b\u0103 \u2014 dar parc\u0103 toate sunetele erau din alt\u0103 lume. O lume care nu m\u0103 mai recuno\u0219tea.<\/p>\n
Am scos poza din telefon \u0219i am privit-o cu aten\u021bie. Tortul p\u0103rea ridicol de mic. Literele tremurate din fri\u0219c\u0103 p\u0103reau scrise pentru altcineva. Un copil poate. Sau un b\u0103tr\u00e2nel pe care to\u021bi \u00eel iubesc, nu un b\u0103tr\u00e2n uitat.<\/p>\n
Am oftat. N-am pl\u00e2ns. Nu mai aveam lacrimi. Le-am epuizat cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, \u00een zilele \u00een care \u00eel a\u0219teptam pe Eliot s\u0103 apar\u0103, s\u0103 bat\u0103 la u\u0219\u0103, s\u0103 spun\u0103: \u201eTata, am venit.\u201d<\/em> Dar nu venise. \u0218i nici ast\u0103zi n-a venit.<\/p>\n Mi-am luat bastonul \u0219i am cobor\u00e2t \u00een parc. Aerul era cald, cu iz de tei. Am trecut pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 un grup de b\u0103ie\u021bi care jucau fotbal. Unul dintre ei m-a salutat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 m\u0103 cunoasc\u0103. I-am z\u00e2mbit \u0219i eu, scurt.<\/p>\n M-am a\u0219ezat pe o banc\u0103 \u0219i am scos punga cu firimituri de p\u00e2ine. Porumbeii au venit repede, fo\u0219nind aripile. M\u0103 priveau, parc\u0103 recunosc\u0103tori, de\u0219i eu n-aveam nimic de d\u0103ruit. Doar timp. \u0218i firimituri.<\/p>\n Apoi, buzunarul mi-a vibrat. O dat\u0103. M-am uitat \u00een jur, de parc\u0103 vibra\u021bia n-ar fi fost real\u0103.<\/p>\n Telefonul vechi se aprinsese: Am \u00eencremenit. Degetele \u00eemi tremurau. P\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, am scris: N-am \u0219tiut ce va urma. Poate nimic. Dar pentru prima dat\u0103, dup\u0103 ani \u00eentregi, m-am sim\u021bit… v\u0103zut.<\/p>\n Poate via\u021ba, la 97 de ani, \u00eenc\u0103 mai are surprize. Ecranul a r\u0103mas gol. Niciun semn. Doar lini\u0219te.Ca un ceas vechi care nu mai tic\u0103ie. M-am ridicat \u00eencet, am tras perdeaua \u0219i am l\u0103sat soarele s\u0103 m\u00e2ng\u00e2ie pere\u021bii goi. Pe marginea geamului, o musc\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i freca picioru\u0219ele, nep\u0103s\u0103toare. Din strad\u0103 se auzeau voci, r\u00e2sete, via\u021b\u0103 \u2014 dar parc\u0103 toate sunetele erau din alt\u0103 lume. O […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2337,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2336","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\/2336","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=2336"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2336\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2338,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2336\/revisions\/2338"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2337"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\u201eEliot: Tat\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 ai acela\u0219i num\u0103r? La mul\u021bi ani…\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 r\u0103spund, dar butoanele parc\u0103 nu mai voiau s\u0103 func\u021bioneze. Am ap\u0103sat din nou. \u0218i din nou.<\/p>\n
\u201e\u00cenc\u0103 sunt aici. Mul\u021bumesc, fiule.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n
Poate doar acel mesaj, ca un strop de ap\u0103 \u00eentr-o secet\u0103 prea lung\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar uneori, cele trei punctule\u021be\u2026 sunt tot ce ai nevoie ca s\u0103 continui.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"