Se f\u0103cuse aproape diminea\u021b\u0103 c\u00e2nd dormitorul directorului a c\u0103p\u0103tat o lini\u0219te morm\u00e2ntal\u0103. Ob\u010dinele str\u0103luceau \u00een amalgamul p\u0103m\u00e2nt escroc, dar pentru el, noaptea nu cucerise \u00een totalitate spectrul co\u0219marurilor. \u00cenc\u0103 de la prima raz\u0103 a soarelui, mintea i se \u00eenc\u0103rcase cu o team\u0103 gata s\u0103 explodeze la cea mai mic\u0103 atingere a realit\u0103\u021bii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na care a urmat incidentului, via\u021ba \u00een spital continuase cu o normalitate aparent\u0103. Nicio alt\u0103 petrecere, nicio alt\u0103 glum\u0103 despre \u201cfata de la morg\u0103\u201d. \u00cens\u0103 zilnic, la pr\u00e2nz, c\u00e2nd colec\u021bionau semn\u0103turile \u00een registrul morgii, numele ei ap\u0103rea ca semn c\u0103 fusese la lucru \u00eenc\u0103 o zi\u2026 O semn\u0103tur\u0103 clar\u0103, intact\u0103, dar f\u0103r\u0103 nicio persoan\u0103 real\u0103 \u00een spital. \u0218i angaja\u021bii noi, neobi\u0219nui\u021bi cu atmosfera ap\u0103s\u0103toare, fugeau dup\u0103 s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 simt\u0103 nimic, dar auzeau. Un ecou al pa\u0219ilor pe coridor, o u\u0219\u0103 care sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia exact cum descria directorul. M\u0103rturii: \u201cMi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 aud un suspin \u00een morg\u0103\u2026\u201d sau \u201cSim\u021beam o prezen\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021ba vitrinei cu urne\u2026\u201d \u2014 \u0219i toate fuseser\u0103 invalidate, catalogate drept imagina\u021bie activ\u0103. Dar directorul asculta tacit, \u00eenfrico\u0219at de \u00eentuneric \u0219i de glasuri pe care nu avea curaj s\u0103 le relateze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vinerea aceea, directorul intr\u0103 \u00een biroul s\u0103u mai t\u00e2rziu dec\u00e2t de obicei. Sim\u021bi c\u0103 lipsea ceva. Cu tremur, lu\u0103 registrul morgii de pe birou \u2014 acolo \u00een dreptul zilei curente \u2014 semn\u0103tura ei nu exista. Un leag\u0103n u\u0219or de u\u0219\u0103, un fream\u0103t \u00een hol\u2026 Apoi, u\u0219a se \u00eenchise cu un pocnet abrupt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A r\u0103mas blocat, iar telefonul i s-a rev\u0103rsat din m\u00e2n\u0103. Clap! Clap, clap! \u2014 pa\u0219i se ridicau pe scar\u0103, apoi coborau. \u00cen aer, miros de \u021bigar\u0103 \u0219i ame\u021beal\u0103 de mosc. O voce joas\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 ecou, \u0219optea numele lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
B\u0103nuielile \u00eel \u00eenghe\u021bau: dup\u0103 at\u00e2tea semn\u0103turi\u2026 ea ap\u0103ruse, \u00eentr-adev\u0103r, de diminea\u021b\u0103. Dar cum ar fi putut exista f\u0103r\u0103 trup? El se ridic\u0103 \u00eensp\u0103im\u00e2ntat \u0219i se furi\u0219a \u00een coridor. Lini\u0219tea se pref\u0103cea cu fiecare pas \u00eentr-o tiranid\u0103 ap\u0103s\u0103toare. U\u0219a morgii era deschis\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i acolo, pe podea, o surs\u0103 slab\u0103 de lumin\u0103 \u2013 o lum\u00e2nare fosforescent\u0103 \u2013 schi\u021base \u00eenf\u0103\u021bi\u0219area ei palid\u0103 din umbra umbrelor. Turn\u0103rii rece se prelingeau \u00een col\u021buri de perete. Directorul \u00eencerc\u0103 s\u0103 spun\u0103 ceva: \u201eR\u0103i-mi e, te rog d\u0103-mi pace\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar ea ap\u0103ru din spate, aproape din pere\u021bi. Aplecat\u0103 la masa de disec\u021bie, cu un instrument rece \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, \u00ee\u0219i \u00eentoarse capul cu precizia unei marionete mecanice. Ochii, plini de o neab\u0103tut\u0103 sil\u0103 \u0219i mil\u0103 \u00een acela\u0219i timp, se lipeau de ai lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Nu te-am uitat \u2014 spuse ea. \u2014 Mul\u021bi cred c\u0103 dispar noi, ceilal\u021bi. Dar eu am nevoie de tine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Directorul, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-se de \u0219erve\u021bel, \u00eencuviin\u021b\u0103 cu glas firav, dar tremurat: \u201eNu \u0219tiu ce vrei de mine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 S\u0103 vii \u2014 \u0219opti ea. \u2014 E timpul t\u0103u s\u0103 mergi cu mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pentru un moment, burta lui \u00eenghe\u021base. A r\u0103mas inactiv, incapabil s\u0103 mai g\u00e2ndeasc\u0103. Apoi, ceva s-a rupt \u2014 o ultim\u0103 r\u0103bufnire de curaj. A dat \u00eenapoi, \u00eemping\u00e2nd u\u0219a. \u201eNu! Nu ai putere\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar acolo era un prag invizibil. \u00cen acel moment \u2013 o lumin\u0103 orbitoare, un \u0219uierat pe care asistentul de la supraveghere \u00eel auzise. S-a repezit, a v\u0103zut u\u0219a desp\u0103r\u021bit\u0103, un corp c\u0103zut, iar pe podea lum\u00e2narea \u00eenc\u0103 arz\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Directorul tremura. \u201eUnde sunt? Ce ai f\u0103cut?\u201d a strigat el, dar ea disp\u0103ruse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lec\u021bia care i se \u00eentip\u0103rise \u00een suflet era urm\u0103toarea: jocul cu lumea nev\u0103zut\u0103 nu se termin\u0103 niciodat\u0103 \u2014 ea p\u0103rea o f\u0103ptur\u0103 \u00eentre lumi. Un ghid c\u0103tre un alt domeniu, folosindu-se de chemarea lui. \u0218tia c\u0103 corpul \u00eei era \u00eenc\u0103 acolo \u2014 c\u00e2t de mucos, c\u00e2t de str\u0103in \u00eei p\u0103rea \u2014 dar prezen\u021ba ei absoluese timp \u0219i spa\u021biu. \u00cen momentul acela, el a \u00een\u021beles: ea nu fusese niciodat\u0103 cu adev\u0103rat salvat\u0103 de dincolo. Chemarea lui fusese rug\u0103minte. \u00cen schimb, ea i-a cerut drept mul\u021bumire sufletul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ziua urm\u0103toare, directorul favorite cur\u0103\u021benia morgii. S\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u0103 jurnalele, s\u0103 le arhiveze. Pentru prima dat\u0103, semn\u0103tura fetei nu se reg\u0103si \u00een cele dou\u0103 luni de istorie. Se sim\u021bi pentru o clip\u0103 usurat. P\u00e2n\u0103 ce o ran\u0103 nevindecat\u0103 \u00eei ap\u0103ru \u00een inim\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi, \u00eentr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, chiar \u00eenainte de \u0219edin\u021ba de diminea\u021b\u0103, fetele de la birou au observat ceva pe oglinda u\u0219ii directorului. O propozi\u021bie scris\u0103 cu abur:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNe vom re\u00eent\u00e2lni.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lipsit de glas, el atinse cu palma umed\u0103 cuvintele. Sediul p\u0103rea surd, dar trupul \u00eei tremura. At\u00e2t. Nu se spusese nici un cuv\u00e2nt, doar un ecou. Uneori oamenii spun c\u0103 mai simt o siluet\u0103 alb\u0103 \u00een preajm\u0103, de parc\u0103 ea p\u0103ze\u0219te holurile spitalului. Nimeni nu \u0219tie dac\u0103 e real sau doar o umbr\u0103 a fricii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dar directorul\u2026 el \u0219tie. \u0218tie c\u0103 a chemat-o. \u0218tie c\u0103 destinul lui e pecetluit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u0218i, undeva \u00een t\u0103cerea care-l \u00eenconjoar\u0103, o a\u0219teapt\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Se f\u0103cuse aproape diminea\u021b\u0103 c\u00e2nd dormitorul directorului a c\u0103p\u0103tat o lini\u0219te morm\u00e2ntal\u0103. Ob\u010dinele str\u0103luceau \u00een amalgamul p\u0103m\u00e2nt escroc, dar pentru el, noaptea nu cucerise \u00een totalitate spectrul co\u0219marurilor. \u00cenc\u0103 de la prima raz\u0103 a soarelui, mintea i se \u00eenc\u0103rcase cu o team\u0103 gata s\u0103 explodeze la cea mai mic\u0103 atingere a realit\u0103\u021bii. \u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2na care … Read more<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1656","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1656","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1656"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1656\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1657,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1656\/revisions\/1657"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1656"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1656"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/dobrezrodla.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1656"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}