\u2026am deschis dulapul \u0219i am scos caietele vechi de pedagogie din facultate. Le-am a\u0219ezat pe mas\u0103 \u0219i, cu o cea\u0219c\u0103 de cafea aburind\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine, am \u00eenceput s\u0103 r\u0103sfoiesc. Literele p\u0103reau \u0219terse, dar am g\u0103sit acolo un singur cuv\u00e2nt care mi-a r\u0103mas \u00een minte: r\u0103bdare.<\/p>\n
A\u0219a am \u00eenceput. Cu m\u00e2inile. Cu privirea. Cu z\u00e2mbete. \u00cei desenam soarele \u0219i \u00eei atingeam fa\u021ba c\u00e2nd spuneam \u201ecald\u201d. \u00cei ar\u0103tam crengu\u021bele \u0219i \u00eei mi\u0219cam m\u00e2na u\u0219or pe frunze c\u00e2nd spuneam \u201ecopac\u201d. Zilnic, cuvintele au prins via\u021b\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 scoatem un sunet.<\/p>\n
Vecinii ne priveau curio\u0219i, iar unii d\u0103deau din cap cu mil\u0103. \u201eBiata Ana, a luat un copil f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103\u201d, \u0219opteau. Dar eu nu mai auzeam lumea de afar\u0103. Doar r\u00e2sul mut al lui Ilie, chicotind din ochi, c\u00e2nd reu\u0219ea s\u0103 mimeze \u201ete iubesc\u201d cu degetele tremur\u00e2nde.<\/p>\n
Dup\u0103 un an, mergeam la ora\u0219, la biblioteca jude\u021bean\u0103. Am citit tot ce se putea despre limbajul semnelor. Apoi am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat. Eu. Apoi Mihai. Apoi, \u00eencet-\u00eencet, \u0219i Ilie. Primele lui \u201ecuvinte\u201d au fost gesturi st\u00e2ngace, dar ne-au umplut casa de sens.<\/p>\n
\u00centr-o zi, \u00eenv\u0103\u021b\u0103toarea din sat m-a chemat: \u201eAna, l-am v\u0103zut pe Ilie \u00een curtea \u0219colii. Desena cu be\u021bi\u0219oare pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Cred c\u0103 vrea s\u0103 \u00eenve\u021be.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i a\u0219a a fost. Ilie a intrat la \u0219coal\u0103. Nu ca ceilal\u021bi copii. Cu sprijin, cu traduc\u0103tori, cu \u00een\u021belegere. A \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 din priviri, s\u0103 scrie din inim\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 \u00een\u021beleag\u0103 lumea din t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n
Anii au trecut ca-ntr-o clipire. Iar azi, \u00een 2024, c\u00e2nd s-a urcat pe scena Casei de Cultur\u0103 din ora\u0219, cu roba albastr\u0103 pe umeri, mi-au tremurat genunchii. Ilie a absolvit Universitatea de Arte Vizuale. A \u201evorbit\u201d printr-un video proiectat \u00een limbaj mimico-gestual. Ultimul lui semn m-a dobor\u00e2t \u00een hohote de pl\u00e2ns: \u201eMul\u021bumesc, mam\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nu i-am dat via\u021b\u0103, dar mi-a dat un rost. \u0218i n-a fost un copil abandonat. A fost un dar t\u0103cut, trimis c\u00e2nd speran\u021ba p\u0103rea pierdut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Iar dac\u0103 azi mai crezi c\u0103 nu ai pentru ce lupta\u2026 g\u00e2nde\u0219te-te la Ilie. \u0218i la cum o banc\u0103 veche, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103 de iulie, poate schimba o via\u021b\u0103. Sau dou\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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