Unii oameni tr\u0103iesc, iar al\u021bii doar a\u0219teapt\u0103. Vecinul meu b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i singur, Valentin, f\u0103cea parte din a doua categorie. St\u0103tea zilnic \u00een scaunul cu rotile, privind drumul ca \u0219i cum a\u0219tepta ceva ce nu mai venea niciodat\u0103. Nu z\u00e2mbea \u0219i nu rostea mai mult de un cuv\u00e2nt\u2026 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een clipa \u00een care lumile noastre s-au ciocnit.<\/p>\n
\u021ai s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat vreodat\u0103 s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 dup\u0103 ce i-ai l\u0103sat pe copii la \u0219coal\u0103 \u0219i doar… s\u0103 stai? De parc\u0103 greutatea tuturor lucrurilor \u2014 facturi, rufe, cin\u0103 \u0219i via\u021b\u0103 \u2014 s-ar a\u0219eza direct pe pieptul t\u0103u, provoc\u00e2ndu-te s\u0103 faci ceva \u00een privin\u021ba lor?<\/p>\n
Am avut un astfel de moment \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103. St\u0103team, \u021bin\u00e2nd str\u00e2ns volanul, \u00eentreb\u00e2ndu-m\u0103: \u201eCare e rostul a tot ce fac, c\u00e2nd sim\u021bi c\u0103 doar… supravie\u021buie\u0219ti?\u201d<\/p>\n
Am alungat g\u00e2ndul. Pentru c\u0103 asta fac mamele. Str\u00e2ngem din din\u021bi, mergem mai departe \u0219i continu\u0103m.<\/p>\n
Dar \u00een acea zi, dintr-un motiv anume, g\u00e2ndul mi-a fugit la un om care, odat\u0103, mi-a amintit c\u0103 VIA\u021aA chiar are un rost. C\u0103, chiar \u0219i atunci c\u00e2nd te sim\u021bi invizibil, tu contezi.<\/p>\n
Numele lui era Valentin, omul care NU Z\u00c2MBEA NICIODAT\u0102.<\/p>\n
C\u00e2nd a murit tat\u0103l meu, mi-am \u00eempachetat via\u021ba \u0219i m-am mutat \u00een vechea lui cas\u0103 \u00eempreun\u0103 cu cei doi b\u0103ie\u021bi ai mei, Andrei \u0219i Adrian \u2014 12 \u0219i 14 ani, numai m\u00e2ini \u0219i picioare, mereu pu\u0219i pe \u0219otii. Nu era mult, dar era a noastr\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen noaptea \u00een care ne-am mutat, l-am g\u0103sit pe Adrian pl\u00e2ng\u00e2nd \u00een noua lui camer\u0103, str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd la piept o fotografie veche cu bunicul lui. \u201eMi-e dor de el, mami,\u201d a \u0219optit. \u201e\u0218i uneori… uneori mi-e dor \u0219i de tata. Chiar dac\u0103 \u0219tiu c\u0103 n-ar trebui.\u201d<\/p>\n
L-am str\u00e2ns \u00een bra\u021be, cu inima fr\u00e2nt\u0103. \u201eHei, e \u00een regul\u0103 s\u0103-\u021bi fie dor. Sentimentele tale sunt valabile, puiule.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201eDar ne-a p\u0103r\u0103sit,\u201d vocea lui Adrian tremura. \u201eA ales-o pe ea<\/em> \u00een locul nostru.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eAsta e pierderea lui,\u201d am spus hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103, de\u0219i m\u0103 durea sufletul. \u201ePentru c\u0103 tu \u0219i Andrei sunte\u021bi cel mai bun lucru care mi s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat vreodat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n So\u021bul meu ne abandonase cu ani \u00een urm\u0103, aleg\u00e2nd o alt\u0103 femeie \u00een locul nostru. Trimitea pensia alimentar\u0103 la timp, dar nu se sinchisea de zile de na\u0219tere, s\u0103rb\u0103tori sau m\u0103car un \u201eHei, ce mai fac b\u0103ie\u021bii?\u201d<\/p>\n Mama mea plecase c\u00e2nd eram mic\u0103, a\u0219a c\u0103 \u0219tiam deja c\u0103 nu pot conta pe nimeni. Eram doar noi trei \u00eempotriva lumii.<\/p>\n \u0218i apoi era Valentin, vecinul meu.<\/p>\n Casa lui era chiar l\u00e2ng\u0103 a noastr\u0103 \u0219i era mereu t\u0103cut\u0103. Nu primea vizite \u0219i nu ie\u0219ea dec\u00e2t la cump\u0103r\u0103turi. \u00cen rest, st\u0103tea pe verand\u0103, \u00een scaunul cu rotile, cu ochii fixa\u021bi pe drum, ca \u0219i cum ar fi a\u0219teptat ceva ce nu mai venea.<\/p>\n \u201eBun\u0103 diminea\u021ba,\u201d \u00eei spuneam c\u00e2nd \u00eel vedeam.<\/p>\n \u201eDiminea\u021ba,\u201d r\u0103spundea el.<\/p>\n \u0218i cam asta era rela\u021bia noastr\u0103. Un \u201eBun\u0103\u201d, \u201eSalut\u201d \u0219i \u201eZi bun\u0103\u201d\u2026 nimic mai mult.<\/p>\n M\u0103 obi\u0219nuisem cu ideea c\u0103 a\u0219a va fi via\u021ba \u2014 rolul de mam\u0103 \u0219i gospodin\u0103, zilele amestec\u00e2ndu-se \u00eentre ele, \u00eenconjurate de lini\u0219te.<\/p>\n P\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd b\u0103ie\u021bii mei au adus acas\u0103 ceea ce le interzisesem de ani de zile.<\/p>\n Sp\u0103lam vasele c\u00e2nd au intrat pe u\u0219\u0103, g\u0103l\u0103gio\u0219i \u0219i entuziasma\u021bi.<\/p>\n \u201eMami, uite ce-am adus!\u201d a strigat Andrei, \u021bin\u00e2nd \u00een bra\u021be un ghemotoc de blan\u0103.<\/p>\n Un c\u0103\u021bel adorabil de ciob\u0103nesc german se zv\u00e2rcolea \u00eentre ei, cu urechile mari l\u0103sate \u0219i coada d\u00e2nd din toate puterile, ca \u0219i cum deja f\u0103cea parte din familie. Am r\u0103mas pe loc, uluit\u0103, \u00een timp ce Andrei \u00eel a\u0219eza u\u0219or pe podea.<\/p>\n \u201ePoftim?! De unde l-a\u021bi luat?\u201d am \u00eentrebat, clipind des, deja tem\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 de r\u0103spuns.<\/p>\n \u201eEra gratis,\u201d a spus repede Adrian. \u201eO doamn\u0103 \u00eei d\u0103dea. A zis c\u0103, dac\u0103 nu-i lua nimeni, ajungeau la ad\u0103post.\u201d<\/p>\n Mi-am \u00eencruci\u0219at bra\u021bele. \u201e\u0218i a\u021bi crezut c\u0103 aducerea unui c\u0103\u021bel acas\u0103 e solu\u021bia?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eE mic!\u201d a argumentat Andrei. \u201eNu m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 mult.\u201d<\/p>\n Am pufnit. \u201eDa, dragule, \u0219i eu eram mic\u0103 odat\u0103. Vezi cum am ajuns.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eTe rug\u0103m, mami!\u201d a implorat Adrian. \u201eAvem grij\u0103 de el. Tu n-o s\u0103 faci NIMIC.\u201d<\/p>\n Apoi au venit ochii de c\u0103\u021belu\u0219 ai lui Andrei. \u201eTe roooog, mami. O s\u0103-l iube\u0219ti… e at\u00e2t de dr\u0103g\u0103la\u0219.\u201d<\/p>\n I-am privit fe\u021bele pline de speran\u021b\u0103, amintindu-mi cum visam \u00een copil\u0103rie s\u0103 am un c\u00e2ine \u2014 visuri spulberate c\u00e2nd mama a plecat \u0219i a luat \u0219i animalul nostru cu ea.<\/p>\n \u201eMami?\u201d vocea lui Andrei era stins\u0103. \u201e\u00ce\u021bi aminte\u0219ti ce zicea mereu bunicul? C\u0103 orice cas\u0103 are nevoie de o inim\u0103 care bate?\u201d<\/p>\n Mi s-a t\u0103iat r\u0103suflarea. Tata \u00eentotdeauna \u00ee\u0219i dorise s\u0103 avem un c\u00e2ine, dar frica mea de ata\u0219ament \u0219i pierdere fusese mereu mai puternic\u0103.<\/p>\n Am oftat \u0219i m-am uitat la c\u0103\u021bel. Era mic, cu urechi prea mari pentru capul lui, coada mi\u0219c\u00e2ndu-se frenetic, de parc\u0103 deja ne iubea mai mult dec\u00e2t orice pe lume. Eram dep\u0103\u0219it\u0103 numeric.<\/p>\n \u201eCum \u00eel cheam\u0103?\u201d am \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n \u201eAurel!\u201d a spus Andrei.<\/p>\n \u201eNici g\u00e2nd,\u201d a zis Adrian. \u201eArat\u0103 a Simba.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eMami, spune tu care nume e mai bun.\u201d<\/p>\n Mi-am frecat t\u00e2mplele. \u201eNu \u0219tiu, b\u0103ie\u021bi, parc\u0103 arat\u0103 a…\u201d<\/p>\n C\u0103\u021belul a l\u0103trat u\u0219or.<\/p>\n \u201eSimba s\u0103 fie!\u201d am decis.<\/p>\n Andrei a oftat. Adrian a ridicat pumnul \u00een aer victorios. \u0218i, din acel moment, Simba era al nostru.<\/p>\n Dou\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2ni mai t\u00e2rziu, mergeam cu Simba pe strad\u0103 c\u00e2nd am auzit pentru prima dat\u0103 vocea lui Valentin, mai mult dec\u00e2t obi\u0219nuitele saluturi.<\/p>\n \u201eDomni\u0219oar\u0103, pot s\u0103 v\u0103 spun ceva?\u201d<\/p>\n M-am \u00eentors, surprins\u0103. St\u0103tea la gard, uit\u00e2ndu-se la noi. Sau, mai bine zis, la Simba.<\/p>\n Am ezitat, dar m-am apropiat, f\u0103c\u00e2nd cu m\u00e2na. \u201eDa?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eObi\u0219nuiam s\u0103 antrenez ciob\u0103ne\u0219ti germani,\u201d a spus el. \u201ePe vremea c\u00e2nd eram \u00een armat\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n Ceva \u00een felul \u00een care a spus \u201eobi\u0219nuiam\u201d m-a str\u00e2ns \u00een piept.<\/p>\n \u201ePot s\u0103-l m\u00e2ng\u00e2i?\u201d a ad\u0103ugat.<\/p>\n Am dat din cap, iar Valentin s-a apropiat \u00een scaun. M\u00e2na lui, aspr\u0103 \u0219i br\u0103zdat\u0103 de timp, s-a \u00eentins. \u00cen clipa \u00een care degetele lui au atins blana lui Simba, ceva s-a schimbat.<\/p>\n A Z\u00c2MBIT.<\/p>\n Nu-l mai v\u0103zusem niciodat\u0103 z\u00e2mbind.<\/p>\n \u201ePot s\u0103-i dau o gustare?\u201d a \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n \u201eSigur.\u201d<\/p>\n S-a \u00eentors spre cas\u0103, dar \u00eenainte s\u0103 intre, am auzit un ZGOMOT puternic. Am fugit imediat \u00een\u0103untru. Era c\u0103zut \u00een scaun, un castron spart de biscui\u021bi la picioarele lui.<\/p>\n \u201eSunt bine,\u201d a murmurat, dar m\u00e2inile \u00eei tremurau.<\/p>\n \u201eNu, nu e\u0219ti,\u201d am spus u\u0219or, \u00eengenunchind l\u00e2ng\u0103 el. \u201e\u0218i e \u00een regul\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n Privirea lui s-a \u00eent\u00e2lnit cu a mea, plin\u0103 de ani \u00eentregi de durere nerostit\u0103. \u201eUneori uit,\u201d a \u0219optit. \u201e\u00centind m\u00e2na ca \u0219i cum a\u0219 putea… ca \u0219i cum picioarele mele…\u201d<\/p>\n F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 spun nimic, am luat o m\u0103tur\u0103. Atunci am observat fotografiile de pe pere\u021bi. Zeci.<\/p>\n Valentin, mai t\u00e2n\u0103r, \u00een uniform\u0103. Era al\u0103turi de ciob\u0103ne\u0219ti germani puternici \u0219i disciplina\u021bi, s\u0103rind peste obstacole, st\u00e2nd la comand\u0103, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd ordine.<\/p>\n L-am privit. Ochii \u00eei erau a\u021binti\u021bi asupra unei fotografii \u2014 un Valentin mai t\u00e2n\u0103r, \u00een mijlocul unui c\u00e2mp, \u00eenconjurat de cinci c\u00e2ini, cu m\u00e2na ridicat\u0103 \u00een mijlocul unui ordin.<\/p>\n \u201eEa e Umbra,\u201d a ar\u0103tat spre cel mai mare c\u00e2ine. \u201eMi-a salvat via\u021ba de dou\u0103 ori \u00een timpul misiunii. A doua oar\u0103…\u201d A \u00eenghi\u021bit greu. \u201eA doua oar\u0103 \u0219i-a dat via\u021ba pentru mine.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eMi-e dor,\u201d a spus cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103. \u201eC\u00e2inii erau lumea mea. Familia mea. Totul.\u201d<\/p>\n A ezitat \u00eenainte s\u0103 adauge: \u201eNu m-am c\u0103s\u0103torit. N-am vrut copii. N-am sim\u021bit nevoia. Ei \u00eemi erau de ajuns.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eDup\u0103 accident,\u201d a murmurat, \u201etotul s-a terminat.\u201d<\/p>\n Am \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00een sec, privind spre picioarele lui. Nu trebuia s\u0103 \u00eentreb ce s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat. Via\u021ba lui se \u00eencheiase, de\u0219i era \u00eenc\u0103 aici. \u0218i atunci m-a lovit un g\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n \u201eVre\u021bi s\u0103-i \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi pe b\u0103ie\u021bi s\u0103-l dreseze pe Simba?\u201d am \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n S-a uitat la mine, uimit. \u201eCe?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201e\u0218ti\u021bi mai multe despre ciob\u0103ne\u0219ti dec\u00e2t oricine. \u00cenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi-i, Valentin… \u00eenv\u0103\u021ba\u021bi-ne.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eNu \u0219tiu dac\u0103…\u201d a \u00eenceput el.<\/p>\n \u201eEu \u0219tiu,\u201d am spus hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103. \u201eAve\u021bi nevoie de asta.\u201d<\/p>\n Ochii i s-au umplut de lacrimi. \u201eDe ce? De ce a\u021bi vrea s\u0103 ajuta\u021bi un mo\u0219neag stricat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201ePentru c\u0103 nimeni nu e stricat,\u201d am spus, g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la propriile mele r\u0103ni. \u201eDoar… a\u0219tept\u0103m s\u0103 ne sim\u021bim \u00eentregi din nou.\u201d<\/p>\n Valentin \u0219i-a str\u00e2ns degetele pe bra\u021bele scaunului, \u00eencordat. M-a privit o vreme, lupt\u00e2nd cu ceva din el.<\/p>\n \u201eNu \u0219tiu dac\u0103 mai pot,\u201d a spus obosit. \u201eAu trecut ani.\u201d<\/p>\n Am f\u0103cut un pas. \u201eAtunci \u00eencerca\u021bi.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00cen ochii lui a ap\u0103rut ceva nou \u2014 speran\u021b\u0103, dorin\u021b\u0103 \u0219i o lupt\u0103 \u00eentre a vrea s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u0219i a-i fi team\u0103. \u00cen cele din urm\u0103, a oftat \u0219i a \u00eenchis ochii o secund\u0103, ca \u0219i cum \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea pace cu ceva ad\u00e2nc \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n \u201eBine,\u201d a spus. \u201eAm s\u0103 o fac.\u201d<\/p>\n Un z\u00e2mbet mi-a ap\u0103rut pe buze, de\u0219i ochii m\u0103 usturau.<\/p>\n Din ziua aceea, Valentin a devenit parte din via\u021ba noastr\u0103. \u00cen fiecare dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103, st\u0103tea \u00een curte, ghid\u00e2ndu-i pe b\u0103ie\u021bi cu comenzi, corecturi \u0219i recompense.<\/p>\n \u201eVoce ferm\u0103, Adrian, nu nervoas\u0103. Simba ascult\u0103 \u00eencrederea, nu frica.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eBine, Andrei, dar nu exagera cu gust\u0103rile. Trebuie s\u0103 asculte \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 mit\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n \u00centr-o zi, \u00een timpul antrenamentului, Adrian a izbucnit \u00een pl\u00e2ns c\u00e2nd Simba nu-l asculta. \u201eNu pot! Nu sunt destul de bun!\u201d<\/p>\n Valentin a venit l\u00e2ng\u0103 el, vocea bl\u00e2nd\u0103 dar ferm\u0103. \u201eAscult\u0103-m\u0103, fiule. \u0218tii de ce am iubit ciob\u0103ne\u0219tii? Pentru c\u0103 sunt ca oamenii… au nevoie de r\u0103bdare, \u00een\u021belegere \u0219i, mai ales, de cineva care s\u0103 cread\u0103 \u00een ei. A\u0219a cum eu cred \u00een tine.\u201d<\/p>\n Simba s-a transformat dintr-un c\u0103\u021bel agitat \u00eentr-un c\u00e2ine disciplinat \u0219i inteligent. Iar b\u0103ie\u021bii mei? Au crescut \u2014 mai r\u0103bd\u0103tori \u0219i mai responsabili.<\/p>\n Iar Valentin? A redevenit viu \u2014 via\u021ba lui, alt\u0103dat\u0103 solitar\u0103, s-a umplut de sens, r\u00e2sete \u0219i ceva ce credea pierdut pentru totdeauna.<\/p>\n \u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, a venit pe veranda mea cu o carte \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n \u201eAm scris asta acum ani,\u201d a spus, \u00eenm\u00e2n\u00e2ndu-mi-o. \u201eUn ghid de dresaj pentru ciob\u0103ne\u0219ti.\u201d<\/p>\n Am r\u0103sfoit paginile, citindu-i noti\u021bele scrise de m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n \u201eMi-a\u021bi dat \u00eenapoi ceva ce credeam pierdut, Sandra,\u201d a spus, privind spre Simba.<\/p>\n G\u00e2tul mi s-a str\u00e2ns. \u201eAr fi trebuit s\u0103 ne cunoa\u0219tem mai devreme,\u201d am \u0219optit.<\/p>\n \u201ePoate c\u0103 ne-am cunoscut exact la momentul potrivit,\u201d a spus el.<\/p>\n Am dat din cap, \u00eenghi\u021bind nodul din g\u00e2t. Valentin nu mai era doar un vecin. Era familie. \u0218i poate, doar poate, ne salvasem reciproc.<\/p>\n Un an mai t\u00e2rziu, st\u0103team \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 dup\u0103 ce i-am l\u0103sat pe copii la \u0219coal\u0103. Dar de data asta nu mai priveam \u00een gol. \u00cel priveam pe Valentin \u00een curtea lui, preg\u0103tind un traseu de agilitate pentru antrenamentul de dup\u0103-amiaz\u0103 cu Simba.<\/p>\n Telefonul mi-a vibrat \u2014 un mesaj de la Adrian: \u201eMami, nu uita c\u0103 m\u00e2ine e ziua lui Valentin. Putem s\u0103 facem ceva special?\u201d<\/p>\n Am z\u00e2mbit, amintindu-mi cum, s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na trecut\u0103, Valentin l-a ajutat pe Andrei cu un proiect despre c\u00e2inii militari, povestind p\u00e2n\u0103 t\u00e2rziu despre timpul petrecut \u00een armat\u0103, vocea lui plin\u0103 de m\u00e2ndrie \u0219i durere.<\/p>\n \u00cen acea sear\u0103, la cina noastr\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nal\u0103, l-am privit pe Valentin r\u00e2z\u00e2nd la o glum\u0103 de-a lui Adrian, cu ochii miji\u021bi de veselie. Simba st\u0103tea la picioarele lui, protector \u0219i iubitor, exact ca predecesorii lui din fotografiile vechi.<\/p>\n \u201e\u0218tii,\u201d a spus Valentin, \u00een timp ce b\u0103ie\u021bii str\u00e2ngeau masa, \u201ecredeam c\u0103 Dumnezeu m-a uitat. St\u00e2nd \u00een scaunul \u0103sta, privind cum via\u021ba trece pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mine… credeam c\u0103 totul s-a terminat. Dar nu m\u0103 uitase. Doar a\u0219tepta momentul potrivit s\u0103-mi trimit\u0103 ce aveam nevoie.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201eCe anume?\u201d am \u00eentrebat, de\u0219i \u0219tiam deja r\u0103spunsul.<\/p>\n Mi-a str\u00e2ns m\u00e2na peste mas\u0103, cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. \u201eO familie. Un rost. Un motiv s\u0103 z\u00e2mbesc din nou.\u201d<\/p>\n Lacrimile mi-au urcat \u00een ochi, dar am dat doar din cap. Valentin ne \u00eenv\u0103\u021base c\u0103 orice sf\u00e2r\u0219it poate fi un nou \u00eenceput. C\u0103 scaunul cu rotile nu mai era \u00eenchisoarea lui… ci doar locul lui la masa noastr\u0103 de familie.<\/p>\n Iar pentru mine? Acele momente matinale \u00een ma\u0219in\u0103 s-au transformat. Acum, \u00een loc s\u0103 m\u0103 \u00eentreb care e rostul tuturor lucrurilor, \u0219tiam r\u0103spunsul: Rostul era iubirea. Rostul era familia. Rostul era s\u0103 g\u0103se\u0219ti sens ajut\u00e2ndu-i pe ceilal\u021bi s\u0103-l g\u0103seasc\u0103 pe al lor.<\/p>\n \u0218i uneori, rostul era s\u0103 faci un veteran cu dizabilit\u0103\u021bi s\u0103 z\u00e2mbeasc\u0103 din nou.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Unii oameni tr\u0103iesc, iar al\u021bii doar a\u0219teapt\u0103. Vecinul meu b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u0219i singur, Valentin, f\u0103cea parte din a doua categorie. St\u0103tea zilnic \u00een scaunul cu rotile, privind drumul ca \u0219i cum a\u0219tepta ceva ce nu mai venea niciodat\u0103. Nu z\u00e2mbea \u0219i nu rostea mai mult de un cuv\u00e2nt\u2026 p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een clipa \u00een care lumile noastre s-au […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":938,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[18],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-937","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\/937","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=937"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/937\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":939,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/937\/revisions\/939"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/938"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=937"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=937"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bumzi.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=937"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}