ACUM CINCI ANI, AM G\u0102SIT UN NOU-N\u0102SCUT ABANDONAT LA STA\u021aIA MEA DE POMPIERI \u0218I L-AM F\u0102CUT FIUL MEU. CHIAR C\u00c2ND VIA\u021aA NOASTR\u0102 \u00ceMPREUN\u0102 P\u0102REA COMPLET\u0102, O FEMEIE A AP\u0102RUT LA U\u0218A MEA, TREMUR\u00c2ND, CU O RUG\u0102MINTE CARE MI-A R\u0102STURNAT LUMEA.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
V\u00e2ntul \u0219uiera \u00een acea noapte, zguduind geamurile de la Sta\u021bia de Pompieri #14. Eram la jum\u0103tatea turei, sorbind dintr-o cafea c\u0103ldu\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd Joe, colegul meu, a intrat. Avea z\u00e2mbetul s\u0103u obi\u0219nuit pe fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eOmule, o s\u0103-\u021bi faci ulcer cu mocirla aia,\u201d a glumit, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre cea\u0219ca mea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eE cofein\u0103. Func\u021bioneaz\u0103. Nu cere miracole,\u201d i-am r\u0103spuns, z\u00e2mbind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe s-a a\u0219ezat, r\u0103sfoind o revist\u0103. Afar\u0103, str\u0103zile erau lini\u0219tite, genul de calm ciudat care \u00eei face pe pompieri s\u0103 fie \u00een gard\u0103. Atunci am auzit un pl\u00e2nset slab, abia perceptibil prin v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a ridicat o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103. \u201eAi auzit asta?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa,\u201d am spus, ridic\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 deja \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am ie\u0219it \u00een frig, v\u00e2ntul mu\u0219c\u00e2nd prin jachetele noastre. Sunetul venea din apropierea u\u0219ii din fa\u021b\u0103 a sta\u021biei. Joe a observat un co\u0219 ascuns \u00een umbre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu se poate,\u201d a murmurat, gr\u0103bindu-se \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen co\u0219 era un bebelu\u0219 mic, \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00eentr-o p\u0103tur\u0103 uzat\u0103. Obrajii \u00eei erau ro\u0219ii de frig, pl\u00e2nsetele slabe, dar constante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDoamne\u2026,\u201d a \u0219optit Joe. \u201eCe facem?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M-am aplecat, ridic\u00e2nd cu grij\u0103 bebelu\u0219ul. Nu putea avea mai mult de c\u00e2teva zile. M\u00e2na lui mic\u0103 s-a \u00eencol\u0103cit \u00een jurul degetului meu, \u0219i ceva s-a schimbat \u00een mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eSun\u0103m la Protec\u021bia Copilului,\u201d a spus Joe ferm, de\u0219i vocea i s-a \u00eenmuiat uit\u00e2ndu-se la bebelu\u0219.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa, desigur,\u201d am r\u0103spuns, dar nu-mi puteam lua ochii de la micu\u021b. Era at\u00e2t de mic, at\u00e2t de fragil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile care au urmat, nu puteam s\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la el. Protec\u021bia Copilului l-a numit \u201eB\u0103iatul Doe\u201d \u0219i l-a plasat \u00een \u00eengrijire temporar\u0103. G\u0103seam scuze s\u0103 sun pentru actualiz\u0103ri mai des dec\u00e2t ar fi trebuit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a observat. S-a l\u0103sat pe spate \u00een scaun, studiindu-m\u0103. \u201eTe g\u00e2nde\u0219ti la asta? S\u0103-l adop\u021bi?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu \u0219tiu,\u201d am spus, de\u0219i inima mea \u0219tia deja r\u0103spunsul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Procesul de adop\u021bie a fost cel mai greu lucru pe care l-am f\u0103cut vreodat\u0103. H\u00e2rtiile p\u0103reau nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite. Fiecare pas se sim\u021bea ca \u0219i cum cineva a\u0219tepta s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103 nu sunt suficient de bun. Pompier? Singur? Ce \u0219tiam eu despre cre\u0219terea unui copil?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Asisten\u021bii sociali au venit s\u0103-mi inspecteze casa. M-au \u00eentrebat despre orele mele de munc\u0103, sistemul meu de sprijin \u0219i planurile de parenting. Am pierdut nop\u021bi \u00eentregi g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la toate conversa\u021biile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a fost cel mai mare sus\u021bin\u0103tor al meu. \u201eO s\u0103 reu\u0219e\u0219ti, omule. Copilul \u0103la e norocos c\u0103 te are,\u201d a spus, b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 pe spate dup\u0103 o zi deosebit de grea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, am primit apelul c\u00e2nd nimeni nu a venit s\u0103-l revendice. Eram oficial tat\u0103l lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
L-am numit Leo pentru c\u0103 era puternic \u0219i hot\u0103r\u00e2t, exact ca un mic leu. Prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd mi-a z\u00e2mbit, am \u0219tiut c\u0103 am f\u0103cut alegerea corect\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eLeo,\u201d i-am spus, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l aproape, \u201enoi doi, prietene. Putem face asta.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Via\u021ba cu Leo a fost o furtun\u0103. Dimine\u021bile erau o curs\u0103 s\u0103 ne preg\u0103tim am\u00e2ndoi. Insista s\u0103 poarte \u0219osete nepotrivite pentru c\u0103 \u201edinozaurii nu se uit\u0103 la culori,\u201d \u0219i nu puteam contrazice logica asta. Micul dejun era de obicei un dezastru, cu cereale peste tot, mai pu\u021bin \u00een bol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTati, ce m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 un pterodactil?\u201d \u00eentreba el, cu lingura suspendat\u0103 \u00een aer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePe\u0219te, \u00een general,\u201d \u00eei r\u0103spundeam, sorbind din cafea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBleah! Nu m\u0103n\u00e2nc niciodat\u0103 pe\u0219te!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seara era timpul nostru. Pove\u0219tile \u00eenainte de culcare erau obligatorii, de\u0219i Leo le \u201ecorecta\u201d adesea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eT. rex-ul nu urm\u0103re\u0219te jeep-ul, tati. E prea mare pentru ma\u0219ini.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
R\u00e2deam \u0219i promiteam s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin de fapte. Joe era o parte regulat\u0103 a vie\u021bii noastre, venind cu pizza sau ajut\u00e2nd c\u00e2nd turele mele se prelungeau.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu era \u00eentotdeauna u\u0219or s\u0103 fiu p\u0103rinte. Erau nop\u021bi c\u00e2nd co\u0219marurile lui Leo \u00eel f\u0103ceau s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een bra\u021bele mele, iar eu sim\u021beam greutatea de a fi totul pentru el. Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 echilibrez turele de la sta\u021bie cu \u0219edin\u021bele cu p\u0103rin\u021bii \u0219i antrenamentele de fotbal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, construiam un Jurassic Park din carton pe podeaua sufrageriei c\u00e2nd un cioc\u0103nit la u\u0219\u0103 ne-a \u00eentrerupt r\u00e2sul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eM\u0103 duc eu,\u201d i-am spus, scutur\u00e2nd banda adeziv\u0103 de pe m\u00e2ini.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen prag era o femeie, fa\u021ba ei palid\u0103, p\u0103rul prins \u00eentr-un coc dezordonat. Ar\u0103ta epuizat\u0103, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePot s\u0103 v\u0103 ajut?\u201d am \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ochii ei s-au \u00eendreptat dincolo de mine spre Leo, care se ascundea dup\u0103 col\u021b.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTu,\u201d a spus ea, vocea tremur\u00e2nd. \u201eTrebuie s\u0103-mi dai copilul \u00eenapoi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stomacul mi s-a str\u00e2ns. \u201eCine e\u0219ti?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
ACUM CINCI ANI, AM G\u0102SIT UN NOU-N\u0102SCUT ABANDONAT LA STA\u021aIA MEA DE POMPIERI \u0218I L-AM F\u0102CUT FIUL MEU. CHIAR C\u00c2ND VIA\u021aA NOASTR\u0102 \u00ceMPREUN\u0102 P\u0102REA COMPLET\u0102, O FEMEIE A AP\u0102RUT LA U\u0218A MEA, TREMUR\u00c2ND, CU O RUG\u0102MINTE CARE MI-A R\u0102STURNAT LUMEA.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
V\u00e2ntul \u0219uiera \u00een acea noapte, zguduind geamurile de la Sta\u021bia de Pompieri #14. Eram la jum\u0103tatea turei, sorbind dintr-o cafea c\u0103ldu\u021b\u0103, c\u00e2nd Joe, colegul meu, a intrat. Avea z\u00e2mbetul s\u0103u obi\u0219nuit pe fa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eOmule, o s\u0103-\u021bi faci ulcer cu mocirla aia,\u201d a glumit, ar\u0103t\u00e2nd spre cea\u0219ca mea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eE cofein\u0103. Func\u021bioneaz\u0103. Nu cere miracole,\u201d i-am r\u0103spuns, z\u00e2mbind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe s-a a\u0219ezat, r\u0103sfoind o revist\u0103. Afar\u0103, str\u0103zile erau lini\u0219tite, genul de calm ciudat care \u00eei face pe pompieri s\u0103 fie \u00een gard\u0103. Atunci am auzit un pl\u00e2nset slab, abia perceptibil prin v\u00e2nt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a ridicat o spr\u00e2ncean\u0103. \u201eAi auzit asta?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa,\u201d am spus, ridic\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 deja \u00een picioare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am ie\u0219it \u00een frig, v\u00e2ntul mu\u0219c\u00e2nd prin jachetele noastre. Sunetul venea din apropierea u\u0219ii din fa\u021b\u0103 a sta\u021biei. Joe a observat un co\u0219 ascuns \u00een umbre.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu se poate,\u201d a murmurat, gr\u0103bindu-se \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen co\u0219 era un bebelu\u0219 mic, \u00eenf\u0103\u0219urat \u00eentr-o p\u0103tur\u0103 uzat\u0103. Obrajii \u00eei erau ro\u0219ii de frig, pl\u00e2nsetele slabe, dar constante.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDoamne\u2026,\u201d a \u0219optit Joe. \u201eCe facem?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M-am aplecat, ridic\u00e2nd cu grij\u0103 bebelu\u0219ul. Nu putea avea mai mult de c\u00e2teva zile. M\u00e2na lui mic\u0103 s-a \u00eencol\u0103cit \u00een jurul degetului meu, \u0219i ceva s-a schimbat \u00een mine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eSun\u0103m la Protec\u021bia Copilului,\u201d a spus Joe ferm, de\u0219i vocea i s-a \u00eenmuiat uit\u00e2ndu-se la bebelu\u0219.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDa, desigur,\u201d am r\u0103spuns, dar nu-mi puteam lua ochii de la micu\u021b. Era at\u00e2t de mic, at\u00e2t de fragil.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2nile care au urmat, nu puteam s\u0103 nu m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc la el. Protec\u021bia Copilului l-a numit \u201eB\u0103iatul Doe\u201d \u0219i l-a plasat \u00een \u00eengrijire temporar\u0103. G\u0103seam scuze s\u0103 sun pentru actualiz\u0103ri mai des dec\u00e2t ar fi trebuit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a observat. S-a l\u0103sat pe spate \u00een scaun, studiindu-m\u0103. \u201eTe g\u00e2nde\u0219ti la asta? S\u0103-l adop\u021bi?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu \u0219tiu,\u201d am spus, de\u0219i inima mea \u0219tia deja r\u0103spunsul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Procesul de adop\u021bie a fost cel mai greu lucru pe care l-am f\u0103cut vreodat\u0103. H\u00e2rtiile p\u0103reau nesf\u00e2r\u0219ite. Fiecare pas se sim\u021bea ca \u0219i cum cineva a\u0219tepta s\u0103-mi spun\u0103 c\u0103 nu sunt suficient de bun. Pompier? Singur? Ce \u0219tiam eu despre cre\u0219terea unui copil?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Asisten\u021bii sociali au venit s\u0103-mi inspecteze casa. M-au \u00eentrebat despre orele mele de munc\u0103, sistemul meu de sprijin \u0219i planurile de parenting. Am pierdut nop\u021bi \u00eentregi g\u00e2ndindu-m\u0103 la toate conversa\u021biile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Joe a fost cel mai mare sus\u021bin\u0103tor al meu. \u201eO s\u0103 reu\u0219e\u0219ti, omule. Copilul \u0103la e norocos c\u0103 te are,\u201d a spus, b\u0103t\u00e2ndu-m\u0103 pe spate dup\u0103 o zi deosebit de grea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2teva luni mai t\u00e2rziu, am primit apelul c\u00e2nd nimeni nu a venit s\u0103-l revendice. Eram oficial tat\u0103l lui.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
L-am numit Leo pentru c\u0103 era puternic \u0219i hot\u0103r\u00e2t, exact ca un mic leu. Prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd mi-a z\u00e2mbit, am \u0219tiut c\u0103 am f\u0103cut alegerea corect\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eLeo,\u201d i-am spus, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l aproape, \u201enoi doi, prietene. Putem face asta.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Via\u021ba cu Leo a fost o furtun\u0103. Dimine\u021bile erau o curs\u0103 s\u0103 ne preg\u0103tim am\u00e2ndoi. Insista s\u0103 poarte \u0219osete nepotrivite pentru c\u0103 \u201edinozaurii nu se uit\u0103 la culori,\u201d \u0219i nu puteam contrazice logica asta. Micul dejun era de obicei un dezastru, cu cereale peste tot, mai pu\u021bin \u00een bol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTati, ce m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 un pterodactil?\u201d \u00eentreba el, cu lingura suspendat\u0103 \u00een aer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePe\u0219te, \u00een general,\u201d \u00eei r\u0103spundeam, sorbind din cafea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eBleah! Nu m\u0103n\u00e2nc niciodat\u0103 pe\u0219te!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seara era timpul nostru. Pove\u0219tile \u00eenainte de culcare erau obligatorii, de\u0219i Leo le \u201ecorecta\u201d adesea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eT. rex-ul nu urm\u0103re\u0219te jeep-ul, tati. E prea mare pentru ma\u0219ini.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
R\u00e2deam \u0219i promiteam s\u0103 m\u0103 \u021bin de fapte. Joe era o parte regulat\u0103 a vie\u021bii noastre, venind cu pizza sau ajut\u00e2nd c\u00e2nd turele mele se prelungeau.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu era \u00eentotdeauna u\u0219or s\u0103 fiu p\u0103rinte. Erau nop\u021bi c\u00e2nd co\u0219marurile lui Leo \u00eel f\u0103ceau s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103 \u00een bra\u021bele mele, iar eu sim\u021beam greutatea de a fi totul pentru el. Am \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat s\u0103 echilibrez turele de la sta\u021bie cu \u0219edin\u021bele cu p\u0103rin\u021bii \u0219i antrenamentele de fotbal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103, construiam un Jurassic Park din carton pe podeaua sufrageriei c\u00e2nd un cioc\u0103nit la u\u0219\u0103 ne-a \u00eentrerupt r\u00e2sul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eM\u0103 duc eu,\u201d i-am spus, scutur\u00e2nd banda adeziv\u0103 de pe m\u00e2ini.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen prag era o femeie, fa\u021ba ei palid\u0103, p\u0103rul prins \u00eentr-un coc dezordonat. Ar\u0103ta epuizat\u0103, dar hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201ePot s\u0103 v\u0103 ajut?\u201d am \u00eentrebat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ochii ei s-au \u00eendreptat dincolo de mine spre Leo, care se ascundea dup\u0103 col\u021b.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eTu,\u201d a spus ea, vocea tremur\u00e2nd. \u201eTrebuie s\u0103-mi dai copilul \u00eenapoi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stomacul mi s-a str\u00e2ns. \u201eCine e\u0219ti?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ea a ezitat, lacrimile i se adunau \u00een col\u021bul ochilor. \u201eSunt mama lui. Leo, nu-i a\u0219a? A\u0219a l-ai numit?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am ie\u0219it pe verand\u0103, \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd u\u0219a \u00een urma mea pentru a-l proteja pe Leo de conversa\u021bie. \u201eNu po\u021bi pur \u0219i simplu s\u0103 apari aici. Au trecut cinci ani. Cinci. Unde ai fost \u00een tot acest timp?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Umerii ei au \u00eenceput s\u0103 tremure. \u201eNu am vrut s\u0103-l p\u0103r\u0103sesc. Nu am avut de ales. Nu aveam bani, nici un loc unde s\u0103 stau\u2026 Am crezut c\u0103 l\u0103s\u00e2ndu-l undeva \u00een siguran\u021b\u0103 era mai bine dec\u00e2t ce i-a\u0219 fi putut oferi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201e\u0218i acum crezi c\u0103 po\u021bi pur \u0219i simplu s\u0103 te \u00eentorci?\u201d am r\u0103spuns, furia \u0219i confuzia f\u0103c\u00e2ndu-mi vocea s\u0103 se ridice.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ea a f\u0103cut un pas \u00eenapoi, privirea ei cobor\u00e2nd. \u201eNu. Nu vreau s\u0103-l iau de la tine. Nu asta vreau. Doar\u2026 vreau s\u0103-l v\u0103d. S\u0103-l cunosc. Te rog.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am sim\u021bit un val de emo\u021bii conflictuale \u2013 dorin\u021ba de a o alunga pentru a-l proteja pe Leo \u0219i totu\u0219i, ceva \u00een vocea ei, \u00een sinceritatea ei, m-a f\u0103cut s\u0103 ezit.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
U\u0219a s-a cr\u0103pat u\u0219or. Leo a ie\u0219it timid, cu juc\u0103ria lui de plu\u0219 \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. \u201eTati? Cine e doamna asta?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am oftat, \u00eengenunchind pentru a fi la nivelul lui. \u201ePuiule, asta e o persoan\u0103 care\u2026 te-a cunoscut c\u00e2nd erai foarte mic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Femeia s-a apropiat \u00eencet, m\u00e2inile ei tremur\u00e2nd. \u201eLeo\u2026 Eu sunt\u2026 sunt femeia care te-a adus pe lume.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo a clipit, \u021bin\u00e2ndu-\u0219i juc\u0103ria str\u00e2ns. \u201eDe ce pl\u00e2nge?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ea \u0219i-a \u0219ters lacrimile, z\u00e2mbind slab. \u201eSunt doar fericit\u0103 s\u0103 te v\u0103d. \u0218i mi-a\u0219 dori s\u0103 pot petrece pu\u021bin timp cu tine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Leo s-a lipit mai aproape de mine, micu\u021ba lui m\u00e2n\u0103 str\u00e2ng\u00e2nd-o pe a mea. \u201eTati, trebuie s\u0103 merg cu ea?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu,\u201d am spus ferm. \u201eNimeni nu merge nic\u0103ieri.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Femeia a dat din cap, lacrimile continu\u00e2nd s\u0103-i curg\u0103 pe obraji. \u201eNu vreau s\u0103-i fac r\u0103u. Vreau doar o \u0219ans\u0103 s\u0103 explic. S\u0103 fac parte din via\u021ba lui, chiar \u0219i pu\u021bin.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am privit-o, pieptul meu str\u00e2ng\u00e2ndu-se sub greutatea deciziei. \u201eVom vedea. Dar nu e vorba doar de tine. E vorba de ceea ce e mai bine pentru el.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen acea noapte, st\u00e2nd l\u00e2ng\u0103 patul lui Leo, l-am privit dormind, lini\u0219tit, juc\u0103ria lui str\u00e2ns\u0103 \u00een bra\u021be. Mintea mea alerga cu \u00eentreb\u0103ri \u0219i temeri. Puteam s\u0103 am \u00eencredere \u00een ea? L-ar r\u0103ni din nou? Dar \u00een ochii ei v\u0103zusem ceva ce nu puteam ignora \u2013 aceea\u0219i iubire pe care o sim\u021beam eu pentru Leo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pentru prima dat\u0103 de c\u00e2nd l-am g\u0103sit, nu \u0219tiam ce s\u0103 fac.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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