S-a \u00eentors \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 rece de toamn\u0103, c\u00e2nd frunzele ro\u0219cate acopereau aleea \u0219i v\u00e2ntul \u0219uiera printre crengile goale. A cobor\u00e2t dintr-o ma\u0219in\u0103 \u00eenchiriat\u0103, cu o geant\u0103 pe um\u0103r \u0219i privirea pierdut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Casa era \u00een paragin\u0103. Geamurile sparte, obloanele c\u0103zute \u0219i curtea n\u0103p\u0103dit\u0103 de buruieni. Pe poart\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 at\u00e2rna o pl\u0103cu\u021b\u0103 ruginit\u0103 pe care scria \u201eAici locuie\u0219te familia noastr\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
A b\u0103tut \u00een u\u0219\u0103 de mai multe ori. Apoi a intrat. T\u0103cerea era ap\u0103s\u0103toare. Mobilierul lips\u0103, pere\u021bii scoroji\u021bi. Nu mai era nimic din c\u0103ldura de alt\u0103dat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci a g\u0103sit scrisoarea.<\/p>\n
Era a\u0219ezat\u0103 pe pervazul ferestrei din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, \u00een acela\u0219i loc unde, odinioar\u0103, mama lui \u00eei punea sandvi\u0219urile pentru \u0219coal\u0103. H\u00e2rtia era \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de vreme, dar cerneala clar\u0103:<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 te-ai \u00eentors, \u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 \u021bi-ai amintit de noi. Sau poate doar de tine.
Am crescut-o pe Clara cum am putut. Am fost \u0219i bunic\u0103, \u0219i mam\u0103. I-am spus pove\u0219ti, i-am \u021binut m\u00e2na la doctor, am stat la serb\u0103ri, am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat-o s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103 via\u021ba chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd via\u021ba i-a \u00eentors spatele.
A pl\u00e2ns mult. Mai ales noaptea. Dar n-a \u00eentrebat niciodat\u0103 de tine. La un moment dat, a \u00een\u021beles.<\/p>\n
Am v\u00e2ndut casa c\u00e2nd ea a \u00eemplinit 18 ani \u0219i am plecat. Am vrut s\u0103 nu mai fim umbrele trecutului t\u0103u.<\/p>\n
Dac\u0103 vrei s\u0103 o vezi, \u00eencearc\u0103 la c\u0103minul studen\u021besc din Cluj. \u00cei place teatrul. Poate o g\u0103se\u0219ti pe scen\u0103.<\/p>\n
Dar, dac\u0103 vrei doar s\u0103 regre\u021bi, po\u021bi r\u0103m\u00e2ne aici, printre zidurile goale, \u0219i s\u0103 ascul\u021bi ecoul alegerilor tale.\u201d<\/p>\n
A citit de trei ori. Apoi s-a a\u0219ezat pe podea, \u00een col\u021bul unde c\u00e2ndva fusese fotoliul mamei lui. \u0218i-a scos telefonul, dar n-a \u0219tiut ce num\u0103r s\u0103 formeze.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte, a dormit pe podeaua rece. F\u0103r\u0103 p\u0103tur\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 lumin\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spunsuri.<\/p>\n
Pentru unii, \u00eentoarcerea acas\u0103 \u00eenseamn\u0103 iertare. Pentru al\u021bii, doar lini\u0219te. O lini\u0219te pe care o ai c\u00e2nd tot ce-ai avut odat\u0103 nu mai exist\u0103.<\/p>\n
Poate c\u0103 \u00eentr-o zi Clara va primi o scrisoare de la el. Sau poate nu.<\/p>\n
Dar ceea ce e sigur e c\u0103 via\u021ba merge \u00eenainte chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd cei care ar fi trebuit s\u0103 fie sprijin aleg s\u0103 plece.<\/p>\n
Iar uneori, cei r\u0103ma\u0219i… ajung s\u0103 devin\u0103 eroii povestii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
S-a \u00eentors \u00eentr-o sear\u0103 rece de toamn\u0103, c\u00e2nd frunzele ro\u0219cate acopereau aleea \u0219i v\u00e2ntul \u0219uiera printre crengile goale. A cobor\u00e2t dintr-o ma\u0219in\u0103 \u00eenchiriat\u0103, cu o geant\u0103 pe um\u0103r \u0219i privirea pierdut\u0103. Casa era \u00een paragin\u0103. Geamurile sparte, obloanele c\u0103zute \u0219i curtea n\u0103p\u0103dit\u0103 de buruieni. Pe poart\u0103, \u00eenc\u0103 at\u00e2rna o pl\u0103cu\u021b\u0103 ruginit\u0103 pe care scria \u201eAici […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2451,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2450","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\/2450","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=2450"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2450\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2452,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2450\/revisions\/2452"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2451"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2450"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2450"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2450"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}