Scrisoarea era scris\u0103 cu cerneal\u0103 albastr\u0103, pe o foaie sub\u021bire, u\u0219or \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp. \u00cei recuno\u0219team scrisul imediat \u2014 acea \u00eenclinare u\u0219oar\u0103 a literelor, acel \u201eA\u201d rotund pe care mama o certase mereu c\u0103 \u00eel face ca pe o spiral\u0103. Dar con\u021binutul? Nu eram preg\u0103tit pentru ce urma s\u0103 citesc.<\/p>\n
\u201eDac\u0103 ai g\u0103sit asta,\u201d \u00eencepea ea, \u201e\u00eenseamn\u0103 c\u0103 ori e\u0219ti singur\u0103, ori lucrurile au mers prea departe ca s\u0103 mai po\u021bi tr\u0103i \u00een minciun\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum stomacul mi se str\u00e2nge. Am tras aer \u00een piept, mi-am a\u0219ezat palmele reci pe coapse \u0219i am continuat.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu am fugit de iubire. Nu am fugit de el. Am fugit de adev\u0103r. A doua zi dup\u0103 nunt\u0103, tata m-a chemat \u00een \u0219opronul vechi din spatele casei. Nu mai fusese acolo de ani \u00eentregi. Acolo mi-a spus cine este cu adev\u0103rat. Ce f\u0103cuse \u00een tinere\u021be. Cu cine avea leg\u0103turi. \u0218i ce voia de la mine acum, c\u0103 eram so\u021bie \u0219i, dup\u0103 tradi\u021bia noastr\u0103, devenisem \u2018femeie deplin\u0103\u2019. A vrut s\u0103-l tr\u0103dez pe b\u0103rbatul meu. S\u0103 devin pion \u00eentr-un plan murdar, transmis din genera\u021bie \u00een genera\u021bie.\u201d<\/p>\n
M-am oprit. Am sim\u021bit cum m\u0103 ardeau ochii. Tata? Omul care aducea colaci la biseric\u0103 \u00een Ajun? Care pl\u00e2ngea c\u00e2nd asculta \u201eDoina\u201d la vioar\u0103? Cum putea fi el?<\/p>\n
\u201eAm ales s\u0103 fug. Mi-am l\u0103sat telefonul, numele, totul. M-am dus \u00eentr-un loc unde s\u00e2ngele nu mai are putere \u0219i unde obiceiurile nu se cer. Unde nimeni nu-\u021bi cere s\u0103 urmezi blestemul neamului. N-am vrut s\u0103 v\u0103 pun \u00een pericol. Dar acum, \u0219tiu c\u0103 nu mai pot ascunde. Sunt \u00een Maramure\u0219. \u00cen satul \u00een care s-a n\u0103scut bunica. Casa din deal, cu st\u00e2lpi sculpta\u021bi. M\u0103 numesc Maria acum. Dac\u0103 vii, bate de trei ori \u00een poart\u0103. \u0218i nu aduce pe nimeni cu tine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenchis scrisoarea cu m\u00e2inile tremur\u00e2nde. Am sim\u021bit cum t\u0103lpile mi s-au r\u0103cit. Maramure\u0219? Bunica? \u0218tiam casa. O vizitasem c\u00e2nd eram mici. \u00cemi aminteam pr\u0103jiturile cu m\u0103lai \u0219i c\u0103me\u0219a \u00eenflorat\u0103 de pe perete.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea noapte, n-am dormit. Am privit cerul prin fereastra podului, iar g\u00e2ndurile \u00eemi alergau prin minte ca ni\u0219te cai s\u0103lbatici. La r\u0103s\u0103rit, mi-am pus c\u00e2teva haine \u00eentr-un rucsac, am luat cheia ma\u0219inii \u0219i am pornit la drum. Peste mun\u021bi, prin sate uitate, cu g\u00e2ndul la ea.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd am ajuns, poarta era a\u0219a cum o \u0219tiam: din lemn greu, sculptat cu motive solare. Am b\u0103tut. O dat\u0103. De dou\u0103 ori. A treia oar\u0103, m\u00e2na \u00eemi tremura.<\/p>\n
Se auzi un zgomot \u00een\u0103untru. Pa\u0219i. O umbr\u0103. \u0218i-apoi, o femeie deschise.<\/p>\n
Avea p\u0103rul lung, str\u00e2ns \u00eentr-o coad\u0103. Ochii verzi. Chipul u\u0219or schimbat de vreme. Dar z\u00e2mbetul\u2026 z\u00e2mbetul acela cald, tremurat\u2026 era al ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014 \u021ai-a luat destul, zise ea.<\/p>\n
Am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng, f\u0103r\u0103 cuvinte. M-am aruncat \u00een bra\u021bele ei \u0219i am str\u00e2ns-o c\u00e2t am putut de tare. Era vie. Era a mea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een timp ce o \u021bineam str\u00e2ns, am \u0219tiut un lucru: nimic nu va mai fi la fel, dar poate\u2026 doar poate\u2026 va fi mai adev\u0103rat ca niciodat\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Scrisoarea era scris\u0103 cu cerneal\u0103 albastr\u0103, pe o foaie sub\u021bire, u\u0219or \u00eeng\u0103lbenit\u0103 de timp. \u00cei recuno\u0219team scrisul imediat \u2014 acea \u00eenclinare u\u0219oar\u0103 a literelor, acel \u201eA\u201d rotund pe care mama o certase mereu c\u0103 \u00eel face ca pe o spiral\u0103. Dar con\u021binutul? Nu eram preg\u0103tit pentru ce urma s\u0103 citesc. \u201eDac\u0103 ai g\u0103sit asta,\u201d \u00eencepea […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2622,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-2621","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\/2621","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=2621"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2621\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2623,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2621\/revisions\/2623"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2622"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2621"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2621"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2621"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}