Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103 mi s-a p\u0103rut cel mai lung din via\u021ba mea. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau pe volan, iar inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea ca un ciocan. Imaginile v\u0103zute pe ecran \u00eemi tot reveneau \u00een minte: o femeie cu chipul meu, st\u00e2nd \u00een dormitorul meu, l\u00e2ng\u0103 so\u021bul meu.<\/p>\n
Am tras pe dreapta c\u00e2teva secunde, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi trag r\u0103suflarea. \u00cemi aminteam de vorbele bunicii mele, care spunea adesea: \u201eC\u00e2nd sim\u021bi c\u0103 lumea \u021bi-o ia razna, s\u0103-\u021bi aduci aminte cine e\u0219ti.\u201d Dar cine eram eu, dac\u0103 chipul meu ap\u0103rea l\u00e2ng\u0103 so\u021bul meu, c\u00e2nd eu eram la serviciu?<\/p>\n
Am ajuns acas\u0103 \u0219i am intrat \u00een fug\u0103. Casa era lini\u0219tit\u0103, prea lini\u0219tit\u0103. Din camera de zi venea doar vocea televizorului. Lili se juca pe covor cu p\u0103pu\u0219ile ei, iar Ionu\u021b era \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, preg\u0103tind ceai.<\/p>\n
M-a privit surprins. \u201eCe cau\u021bi acas\u0103 la ora asta?\u201d<\/p>\n
Am vrut s\u0103 strig, s\u0103 cer explica\u021bii, dar vocea mi s-a blocat. Am urcat direct \u00een dormitor. Camera era goal\u0103. Am verificat fiecare col\u021b, fiecare dulap. Nimic. Doar lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n
Am cobor\u00e2t iar \u0219i m-am a\u0219ezat \u00een fa\u021ba lui. \u201eIonu\u021b… cine e femeia din camera noastr\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
Chipul lui a \u00eencremenit. A \u00eencercat s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103, dar z\u00e2mbetul i s-a stins repede. \u201eCe femeie?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eNu m\u0103 min\u021bi. Am pus camera. Am v\u0103zut-o. Ar\u0103ta exact ca mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ochii lui s-au umplut de lacrimi. S-a pr\u0103bu\u0219it pe scaun \u0219i a dus m\u00e2inile la fa\u021b\u0103. \u201eN-am vrut s\u0103 afli a\u0219a…\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 podeaua se clatin\u0103 sub mine. \u201eS\u0103 aflu ce?\u201d<\/p>\n
A ridicat privirea \u0219i vocea i-a tremurat: \u201eNu e o femeie. E\u0219ti tu.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am r\u0103mas \u00eenm\u0103rmurit\u0103. \u201eCe spui?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eIsabela, tu nu-\u021bi aminte\u0219ti, dar… \u00eenainte s\u0103 te cunosc, am lucrat la un proiect experimental. O tehnologie despre care nu trebuia s\u0103 vorbesc niciodat\u0103. Am… am creat o copie a ta. O copie vie, real\u0103, care s\u0103 fie aici atunci c\u00e2nd nu po\u021bi fi tu. Nu voiam s\u0103 \u021bi-o spun, dar Lili a v\u0103zut-o. \u0218i eu… eu n-am putut s\u0103 o alung.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit un fior rece pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii. \u201eO copie… a mea? \u0218i tu ai adus-o \u00een casa noastr\u0103?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eNu am adus-o eu… ea vine singur\u0103. E programat\u0103 s\u0103 apar\u0103 c\u00e2nd lipse\u0219ti. La \u00eenceput, doar ca s\u0103 o aline pe Lili. Dar apoi… am \u00eenceput s\u0103 vorbim. \u0218i, Doamne, ea \u0219tie tot. P\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i lucruri pe care tu nu le mai \u021bii minte. C\u00e2teodat\u0103, am impresia c\u0103 m\u0103 \u00een\u021belege mai bine dec\u00e2t tine…\u201d<\/p>\n
Cuvintele lui m-au lovit ca un cu\u021bit. M-am ridicat \u0219i am f\u0103cut un pas \u00een spate. \u201eAi l\u0103sat o str\u0103in\u0103 s\u0103 \u00ee\u021bi ia locul so\u021biei tale. Ai l\u0103sat-o s\u0103 intre \u00een via\u021ba copilului nostru.\u201d<\/p>\n
El a \u00eentins m\u00e2na spre mine. \u201eNu e str\u0103in\u0103. E\u0219ti tu.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u00cen acel moment, am sim\u021bit un sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it pe sc\u0103ri. M-am \u00eentors. Lili cobora, \u021bin\u00e2nd o p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 la piept. \u201eMami… a venit iar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am v\u0103zut-o.<\/p>\n
St\u0103tea \u00een cap\u0103tul sc\u0103rilor, cu ochii a\u021binti\u021bi spre mine. Aceea\u0219i rochie, acela\u0219i chip, aceea\u0219i voce c\u00e2nd a spus: \u201eNu vreau s\u0103-\u021bi iau via\u021ba. Vreau doar s\u0103 fiu parte din ea.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am sim\u021bit cum \u00eemi fuge p\u0103m\u00e2ntul de sub picioare. M-am apropiat de Lili \u0219i am tras-o la pieptul meu.<\/p>\n
\u201eNu. Via\u021ba mea nu e de v\u00e2nzare. Nu e de \u00eemp\u0103r\u021bit.\u201d<\/p>\n
Am f\u0103cut un pas hot\u0103r\u00e2t spre dublura mea. \u201eNu conteaz\u0103 ce e\u0219ti, ce ai fost creat\u0103 s\u0103 faci. Eu sunt mama acestui copil. Eu sunt so\u021bia acestui b\u0103rbat. \u0218i nimeni, niciodat\u0103, nu-mi va lua locul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dublura a clipit, ca \u0219i cum lacrimile ar fi vrut s\u0103-i curg\u0103. Apoi, \u00eencet, s-a \u00eentors \u0219i a disp\u0103rut \u00een umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen cas\u0103 s-a l\u0103sat lini\u0219tea. Ionu\u021b pl\u00e2ngea, Lili m\u0103 str\u00e2ngea de g\u00e2t, iar eu \u0219tiam un singur lucru: via\u021ba mea fusese \u00eencercat\u0103, dar nu d\u0103r\u00e2mat\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen acea sear\u0103, am ie\u0219it pe balcon \u0219i am privit cerul. Mi-am adus aminte din nou de vorbele bunicii: \u201eC\u00e2nd sim\u021bi c\u0103 \u021bi se fur\u0103 via\u021ba, str\u00e2nge-o mai tare la piept \u0219i ap\u0103r\u0103-o.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u0218i atunci am \u00een\u021beles: nu conta c\u00e2te umbre sau \u201eclone\u201d ar fi ap\u0103rut. Eu eram eu. \u0218i nimeni nu putea schimba asta.<\/p>\n
Adev\u0103rata lupt\u0103 nu era cu o copie. Era cu frica din mine. \u0218i, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, o \u00eenvinsesem.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Drumul p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103 mi s-a p\u0103rut cel mai lung din via\u021ba mea. M\u00e2inile \u00eemi tremurau pe volan, iar inima \u00eemi b\u0103tea ca un ciocan. Imaginile v\u0103zute pe ecran \u00eemi tot reveneau \u00een minte: o femeie cu chipul meu, st\u00e2nd \u00een dormitorul meu, l\u00e2ng\u0103 so\u021bul meu. Am tras pe dreapta c\u00e2teva secunde, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103-mi trag r\u0103suflarea. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5011,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5010","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\/5010","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=5010"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5010\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5012,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5010\/revisions\/5012"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5011"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5010"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5010"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5010"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}