Cu fa\u021ba ud\u0103, se privi \u00een oglinda improvizat\u0103 a apei \u0219i aproape c\u0103 nu se recunoscu. Omul care odinioar\u0103 fusese aclamat la linia de sosire nu mai era dec\u00e2t o umbr\u0103. Dar undeva, ad\u00e2nc \u00een sufletul s\u0103u, \u00eenc\u0103 mocnea sc\u00e2nteia unei voin\u021be ne\u00eenfr\u00e2nte.<\/p>\n
Pe strada pietruit\u0103 din apropiere, zarva pie\u021bei \u00eei aduse aminte de copil\u0103ria dintr-un sat de l\u00e2ng\u0103 Bra\u0219ov, unde oamenii \u00ee\u0219i salutau vecinii cu o p\u00e2ine cald\u0103 sau cu o can\u0103 de lapte proasp\u0103t. Acolo \u00eenv\u0103\u021base el, copil fiind, ce \u00eenseamn\u0103 munca \u0219i demnitatea.<\/p>\n
\u0218i tot acolo, pe uli\u021ba plin\u0103 de praf, pusese m\u00e2na pentru prima dat\u0103 pe volanul unei Dacii b\u0103tr\u00e2ne a unui vecin. \u00ce\u0219i amintea cum inima \u00eei b\u0103tea nebune\u0219te, cum ro\u021bile mu\u0219cau din drum \u0219i cum sim\u021bise libertatea \u00een fiecare fibr\u0103.<\/p>\n
Un grup de mecanici \u00eel privi acum cu dispre\u021b, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd c\u00e2nd el, tremur\u00e2nd \u0219i fl\u0103m\u00e2nd, le spuse c\u0103 ar putea repara motorul stricat al camionetei lor doar pentru un blid de m\u00e2ncare.<\/p>\n
\u2014\u0102sta? \u0102sta s\u0103 pun\u0103 m\u00e2na pe chei? Vai de capul lui! izbucni \u00een r\u00e2s unul dintre tineri.<\/p>\n
Alexandru \u00eens\u0103 nu reac\u021bion\u0103. \u00cen ochii lui nu mai era nici ru\u0219ine, nici m\u00e2nie, ci doar t\u0103cerea celor care au v\u0103zut prea mult. \u00ce\u0219i suflec\u0103 m\u00e2necile, iar degetele, de\u0219i tremur\u00e2nde, \u00ee\u0219i aminteau gesturile precise, instinctive, ale unui maestru al volanului \u0219i al mecanicii.<\/p>\n
\u00cen c\u00e2teva clipe, \u0219uruburile \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u021b\u00e2nate cedau, carburatorul prindea via\u021b\u0103, iar motorul tu\u0219ea, apoi r\u0103cnea cu o for\u021b\u0103 uitat\u0103. T\u0103cerea care se a\u0219ternu \u00eentre mecanici era mai grea dec\u00e2t toate jignirile aruncate.<\/p>\n
\u2014Cum… cum ai f\u0103cut asta? b\u00e2igui unul dintre ei.<\/p>\n
\u2014Cu m\u00e2inile astea care au \u021binut volanul la 200 la or\u0103 prin p\u0103durile Rom\u00e2niei, r\u0103spunse simplu Alexandru, \u0219terg\u00e2ndu-\u0219i palmele de pantalonii rup\u021bi.<\/p>\n
\u00cen jurul lui, pia\u021ba se opri pentru c\u00e2teva clipe. Oamenii priveau un vagabond care tocmai readusese la via\u021b\u0103 o ma\u0219in\u0103 moart\u0103. \u0218i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i dea seama, privirile lor se schimbau. Din dispre\u021b, se n\u0103\u0219tea respectul.<\/p>\n
O b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 din pia\u021b\u0103, cu baticul legat sub b\u0103rbie, se apropie \u0219i \u00eei \u00eentinse o p\u00e2ine cald\u0103. Nu spuse nimic. Dar \u00een acel gest simplu, Alexandru reg\u0103si pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mul\u021bi ani gustul demnit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n
Mecanicul cel t\u00e2n\u0103r \u00ee\u0219i plec\u0103 ochii \u0219i, ru\u0219inat, \u00eei aduse o farfurie de toc\u0103ni\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u0218i \u00een acea clip\u0103, Alexandru \u00een\u021belese c\u0103 nu era sf\u00e2r\u0219itul drumului. C\u0103 via\u021ba, ca \u0219i raliurile, avea curbe periculoase, dar \u0219i linii drepte unde puteai accelera din nou.<\/p>\n
Cu fiecare \u00eembuc\u0103tur\u0103, sim\u021bea cum trupul i se \u00eent\u0103re\u0219te \u0219i cum sufletul i se ridic\u0103. Nu mai era doar un om al str\u0103zii. Era din nou Alexandru Vega, legenda care nu murise, ci doar se ascunsese sub praful timpului.<\/p>\n
\u0218i, \u00een mijlocul pie\u021bei rom\u00e2ne\u0219ti, cu miros de p\u00e2ine, zarv\u0103 \u0219i oameni simpli, \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103si din nou locul printre ai lui. Un om c\u0103zut, dar nu \u00eenvins.<\/p>\n
\u0218i astfel, povestea lui nu mai era una a dec\u0103derii, ci a rena\u0219terii.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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