\u202619 noiembrie 1987.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. Am tras aer ad\u00e2nc \u00een piept \u0219i m-am a\u0219ezat pe un scaun vechi din holul spitalului. Pere\u021bii erau scoroji\u021bi, iar mirosul acela de dezinfectant \u00eemi amintea de copil\u0103rie\u2026 de ceva ce nu-mi aminteam cu adev\u0103rat, dar sim\u021beam c\u0103 m\u0103 doare.<\/p>\n
Am deschis dosarul.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103 \u00eenregistr\u0103ri.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am clipit de c\u00e2teva ori, sper\u00e2nd c\u0103 nu v\u0103d bine. Dar era clar scris, cu pix albastru, de m\u00e2n\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u201eB\u0103iat \u2014 abandonat la na\u0219tere \u2014 ora 03:10\u201d
\u201eB\u0103iat \u2014 abandonat la na\u0219tere \u2014 ora 03:25\u201d<\/p>\n
Inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea at\u00e2t de tare \u00eenc\u00e2t \u00eemi auzeam s\u00e2ngele \u00een urechi.<\/p>\n
Gemeni.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis ochii. Toat\u0103 via\u021ba am crezut c\u0103 am fost singur pe lume. F\u0103r\u0103 mam\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 tat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 nimeni. Crescut prin centre, mutat de colo-colo, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd m-am ridicat singur. Mi-am jurat c\u0103 o s\u0103 ajut oameni ca mine. Dar niciodat\u0103\u2026 niciodat\u0103 nu m-am g\u00e2ndit c\u0103 a\u0219 putea avea un frate.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103sfoit mai departe.<\/p>\n
Primul copil \u2014 dus la un centru din Bucure\u0219ti.
Al doilea\u2026 transferat ulterior. F\u0103r\u0103 detalii clare.<\/p>\n
Am str\u00e2ns foile \u00een m\u00e2ini. B\u0103rbatul care venise la mine\u2026 vocea lui\u2026 felul \u00een care m\u0103 privise\u2026 parc\u0103 era o oglind\u0103. N-am vrut s\u0103 cred. Dar acum\u2026 totul \u00eencepea s\u0103 se lege.<\/p>\n
Am ie\u0219it din spital \u00een grab\u0103. Aerul rece m-a lovit \u00een fa\u021b\u0103. M-am urcat \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 \u0219i am r\u0103mas c\u00e2teva secunde nemi\u0219cat, cu m\u00e2inile pe volan.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 e adev\u0103rat\u2026?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nu am mai stat pe g\u00e2nduri. L-am sunat.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Alo?
\u2014 Mihai\u2026 trebuie s\u0103 ne vedem. Acum.<\/p>\n
A venit \u00eentr-o or\u0103. Ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit \u00eentr-o cafenea mic\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 parc. Era lini\u0219te, doar c\u00e2\u021biva oameni \u00ee\u0219i beau cafeaua.<\/p>\n
S-a a\u0219ezat \u00een fa\u021ba mea \u0219i m-a privit direct.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Ai g\u0103sit ceva?<\/p>\n
Am pus dosarul pe mas\u0103. L-a deschis \u00eencet. Am v\u0103zut cum i se schimb\u0103 fa\u021ba, cum ochii i se m\u0103resc, cum buzele \u00eei tremur\u0103 u\u0219or.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Asta\u2026 asta \u00eenseamn\u0103\u2026?<\/p>\n
Am dat din cap.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u00censeamn\u0103 c\u0103 nu e\u0219ti singur. Nici eu.<\/p>\n
T\u0103cerea care a urmat a fost grea. Nu genul acela st\u00e2njenitor\u2026 ci unul plin. Plin de ani pierdu\u021bi, de \u00eentreb\u0103ri, de doruri f\u0103r\u0103 nume.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Frate\u2026 a \u0219optit el.<\/p>\n
Cuv\u00e2ntul \u0103la m-a lovit mai tare dec\u00e2t orice.<\/p>\n
Frate.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se umezesc ochii, dar n-am zis nimic. Doar am dat din cap.<\/p>\n
Am stat mult acolo. Am vorbit despre copil\u0103rie, despre cum fiecare a crescut pe cont propriu. El fusese adoptat de o familie din Ploie\u0219ti. Oameni simpli, dar buni. Eu\u2026 am tras mai greu. Dar p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, am ajuns aici.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u0218i mama? a \u00eentrebat el \u00eentr-un final.<\/p>\n
Am inspirat ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n
\u2014 O g\u0103sim.<\/p>\n
De data asta\u2026 nu mai era doar un caz. Era via\u021ba mea.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput c\u0103ut\u0103rile imediat. Am scotocit arhive, am vorbit cu asistente pensionate, cu medici b\u0103tr\u00e2ni care abia \u00ee\u0219i mai aminteau. Zilele au trecut. Apoi s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile.<\/p>\n
P\u00e2n\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi.<\/p>\n
O femeie.<\/p>\n
Nume: Elena Popa.
Ultima adres\u0103: un sat mic de l\u00e2ng\u0103 Slatina.<\/p>\n
Am plecat \u00eempreun\u0103.<\/p>\n
Drumul a fost lung \u0219i t\u0103cut. Niciunul nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 spun\u0103. C\u00e2nd am ajuns, casa era mic\u0103, cu gard de lemn \u0219i curte \u00eengrijit\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am b\u0103tut la poart\u0103.<\/p>\n
A ie\u0219it o femeie \u00een v\u00e2rst\u0103. P\u0103rul c\u0103runt, m\u00e2inile muncite.<\/p>\n
Ne-a privit c\u00e2teva secunde\u2026 apoi a \u00eencremenit.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Nu se poate\u2026 a spus \u00eencet.<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum mi se str\u00e2nge inima.<\/p>\n
\u2014 Doamn\u0103\u2026 noi\u2026<\/p>\n
Nu am apucat s\u0103 termin.<\/p>\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u2014 V-am recunoscut\u2026 ochii\u2026 sunt ai mei\u2026<\/p>\n
Nimic nu m-ar fi putut preg\u0103ti pentru momentul \u0103la.<\/p>\n
Am aflat totul. Era t\u00e2n\u0103r\u0103, singur\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 bani. A fost for\u021bat\u0103 de \u00eemprejur\u0103ri s\u0103 ne lase. Nu ne-a uitat niciodat\u0103. \u00cen fiecare an, pe 19 noiembrie, aprindea dou\u0103 lum\u00e2n\u0103ri.<\/p>\n
Dou\u0103.<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas acolo p\u00e2n\u0103 seara. Am vorbit, am pl\u00e2ns, am r\u00e2s. Ani \u00eentregi de gol s-au umplut \u00een c\u00e2teva ore.<\/p>\n
La plecare, m-am uitat la Mihai. A z\u00e2mbit.<\/p>\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021b\u0103\u2026 aveam o familie.<\/p>\n
\u0218i nu mai c\u0103utam pentru al\u021bii.<\/p>\n
G\u0103sisem, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, \u0219i pentru mine.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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