Ana s-a \u00eentors \u00een sat cu cheia rece \u00een palm\u0103 \u0219i cu hot\u0103r\u00e2rea de a vinde. Casa mirosea \u00eenc\u0103 a s\u0103pun de cas\u0103 \u0219i a tihn\u0103 veche, dar fiecare col\u021b avea o ran\u0103. Pere\u021bii p\u0103strau umbrele unor cojoace, o u\u0219\u0103 scr\u00e2\u0219nea c\u00e2nd o atingeai, iar \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, o sc\u00e2ndur\u0103 sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ia exact ca atunci c\u00e2nd mama alerga s\u0103 scoat\u0103 pl\u0103cinta din cuptor. \u0218i totu\u0219i, motivul pentru care plecase nu avea gust de pl\u0103cint\u0103, ci de fum. \u00cen sat toat\u0103 lumea \u0219u\u0219otea c\u0103 tat\u0103l ei, be\u021bivanul, aprinsese \u0219ura lui Sandu \u00eentr-o noapte de Sf\u00e2ntul Ilie, \u0219i de atunci, ru\u0219inea \u00eei mu\u0219case pe to\u021bi ca o c\u00e2ine legat scurt de o menghin\u0103.<\/p>\n
Podul era plin de cutii cu fotografii t\u0103iate, caiete cu probleme vechi \u0219i o cutie metalic\u0103, din care se i\u021bea un magnetofon. Banda at\u00e2rna, ca o limb\u0103 uitat\u0103 pe piept. Ana s-a a\u0219ezat \u00een genunchi, cu genunchii \u00een mu\u0219tarul pr\u0103fuit. Avea s\u0103 arunce tot \u0219i s\u0103 plece. Dar c\u00e2nd a v\u0103zut eticheta scris\u0103 cu un pix albastru, i s-a \u00eennodat respira\u021bia: “Pentru Ana \u2013 dac\u0103 n-am vreme”. Ap\u0103sarea butonului play i-a s\u0103rit \u00een degete ca un curent rece. F\u00e2\u0219, b\u00e2z, zgomot de talp\u0103 \u00eempins\u0103 pe ciment. Apoi vocea. Vocea lui.<\/p>\n
“Ana, fat\u0103, n-am \u0219tiut niciodat\u0103 cum s\u0103 stau drept c\u00e2nd pl\u00e2ngeai.” Magnetofonul \u00eenghi\u021bea cuvintele, s\u0103 le scuipe din nou, mai greoaie. “Noaptea aia\u2026 m-a m\u00e2ncat satul de viu. Au zis be\u021bivanul, au zis focul m-a dansat. N-am fost beat. Te-am v\u0103zut alerg\u00e2nd cu lum\u00e2narea \u00een palm\u0103, ca \u0219i cum duceai o stea la orz. Ai alunecat. A fost o sc\u00e2nteie mic\u0103, Ana. Doar at\u00e2t. \u0218i am \u0219tiut c\u0103 dac\u0103 tac, o s\u0103 por\u021bi \u00een tine vina ca pe un topor. A\u0219a c\u0103 am plecat. I-am l\u0103sat pe ei s\u0103 zic\u0103. N-am \u0219tiut alt\u0103 cale.”<\/p>\n
Ana s-a \u00eempiedicat de sc\u0103ri c\u00e2nd a cobor\u00e2t cu magnetofonul. \u00cen curte, Sandu sprijinea poarta, cu palmele groase ca ni\u0219te scoar\u021be. El fusese cel salvat de vecini \u00een noaptea focului, cel cu m\u00e2inile jupuite c\u00e2nd a scos-o pe Ana din \u0219ur\u0103, cel care \u00ee\u0219i purtase cicatricile ca pe un jur\u0103m\u00e2nt. “Ce faci cu vechiturile alea?” a \u00eeng\u00e2nat, privindu-i ochii. “Le arunc \u2013 sau le ascult,” a zis ea, ridic\u00e2nd aparatul. “Ai ceva de spus, Sandu?” “Nu mie,” a r\u0103spuns el, \u0219i \u0219i-a \u00eentors palmele cu cicatrici c\u0103tre cer, ca \u0219i cum ar fi cerut iertare de la ploaie.<\/p>\n
Au mers la c\u0103minul cultural, aduna\u021bi ca la un priveghi f\u0103r\u0103 mort. Lumea s-a \u00eenghesuit, zvonul alergase mai repede ca ea. Magnetofonul a fost pus pe o mas\u0103, l\u00e2ng\u0103 o vaz\u0103 cu trei gladiole ofilite. “Doar o caset\u0103,” r\u00e2dea cineva \u00een spate. “O s\u0103 auzim cum bea.” C\u00e2nd vocea tat\u0103lui a umplut \u00eenc\u0103perea, r\u00e2sul s-a ofilit ca florile. “Nu-l ur\u00ee pe Sandu,” spunea banda. “El te-a scos, Ana. Eu am ie\u0219it ultimul \u0219i am \u0219tiut c\u0103 dac\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2n, o s\u0103-\u021bi m\u0103n\u00e2nce satul copil\u0103ria. M-am \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00een ru\u0219inea lor ca \u00eentr-o hain\u0103 care nu era a mea, \u0219i am plecat.”<\/p>\n
Lini\u0219te. Aerul mirosea a vopsea ieftin\u0103 \u0219i a ploaie care \u00eenc\u0103 nu \u00eencepuse. Sandu \u0219i-a cur\u0103\u021bat g\u00e2tul. “Am vrut de at\u00e2tea ori s\u0103 spun,” a morm\u0103it el, privind \u00een jos. “Dar cum s\u0103-i iau mamei tale lini\u0219tea? Te-ai f\u0103cut mare. \u021ai-am dus iarna lemne. A\u0219a am \u0219tiut eu s\u0103-mi pl\u0103tesc datoria.” O femeie din r\u00e2ndul trei a suspinat. Un b\u0103rbat a tr\u00e2ntit u\u0219a, ru\u0219inat de propriile glume din anii trecu\u021bi. \u0218i cineva, nu se \u0219tie cine, a stins lumina, l\u0103s\u00e2nd doar geamurile cenu\u0219ii ale dup\u0103-amiezii s\u0103 intre.<\/p>\n
“Nu vinde casa,” spunea pe band\u0103. “Mai las\u0103-i o var\u0103, s\u0103-\u0219i schimbe aerul. \u0218i dac\u0103 ai s\u0103 po\u021bi, aprinde o lum\u00e2nare la Sf\u00e2ntul Ilie, dar las-o pe mas\u0103. N-o mai alerga.” Ana a z\u00e2mbit \u00een mijlocul lacrimilor, pentru prima oar\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 se simt\u0103 vinovat\u0103 c\u0103 simte ceva bun. P\u0103rea c\u0103 vocea aceea \u00eei aranja \u00een piept toate lucrurile r\u0103v\u0103\u0219ite, ca mama c\u00e2nd \u00eei \u00eemp\u0103turea tricourile \u00een dulap. Afar\u0103, deasupra salc\u00e2milor, norii se d\u0103deau u\u0219or la o parte, ca o cortin\u0103 tras\u0103 la un teatru vechi.<\/p>\n
Seara, \u00een cas\u0103, a deschis din nou cutia metalic\u0103. Sub magnetofon, \u00eentr-un plic mic, a g\u0103sit o fotografie. Ea, la \u0219ase ani, cu o lum\u00e2nare sub\u021bire \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103, \u0219i tat\u0103l ei \u00een spate, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-i \u00eencheietura, ghid\u00e2ndu-i flac\u0103ra. Pe spate, cu acela\u0219i pix albastru, un singur cuv\u00e2nt: “Iertare.” Nu c\u0103tre ea. Nu c\u0103tre sat. C\u0103tre clipa aceea \u00een care a ales s-o ascund\u0103, s\u0103 mu\u0219te singur din ru\u0219ine. \u00cen\u021belesese: adev\u0103rul nu venise s\u0103 arate cu degetul, ci s\u0103 \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219eze.<\/p>\n
A doua zi, c\u00e2nd notarul a sunat s\u0103 confirme actele, Ana i-a spus s\u0103 a\u0219tepte. “M-am r\u0103zg\u00e2ndit. Mai st\u0103,” a spus, \u0219i \u00een curte s-a auzit un ciripit lini\u0219tit, ca o aprobare din partea cuiburilor din strea\u0219in\u0103. A mers la biseric\u0103, a aprins o lum\u00e2nare \u0219i a l\u0103sat-o pe mas\u0103, cum i se spusese. C\u00e2nd a ie\u0219it, Sandu o a\u0219tepta, cu palmele \u00eenc\u0103 deschise. “Am lemne pentru iarn\u0103, dac\u0103 stai,” a zis. “Stau,” a r\u0103spuns ea. \u0218i, \u00een lini\u0219tea aceea curat\u0103, a auzit aproape un fo\u0219net de band\u0103, ca un oftat de u\u0219urare, venind de undeva din interiorul ei. \u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, casa nu mai era un loc de fugit, ci un loc de \u00eentors.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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