\u00cen prag, m-a izbit un miros de busuioc \u0219i t\u0103m\u00e2ie. \u00cen sufragerie, mama Hannei st\u0103tea pe un scaun cu ochii ro\u0219ii, iar l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, vecina \u2014 tanti Ileana \u2014 \u00ee\u0219i fr\u0103m\u00e2nta m\u00e2inile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Unde ai fost, Dinu? a \u00eentrebat soacra mea, cu vocea tremur\u00e2nd\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Am vrut s\u0103 r\u0103spund, dar privirea mi-a fugit spre dormitor. U\u0219a era \u00eentredeschis\u0103, iar lumina slab\u0103 a l\u0103mpii se rev\u0103rsa pe hol.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Am intrat \u00eencet. Hanna era acolo. Culcat\u0103 pe pat, cu o floare de floarea-soarelui pus\u0103 l\u00e2ng\u0103 pern\u0103. Avea ochii umezi, dar un z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd pe buze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Te-ai \u00eentors\u2026 a \u0219optit ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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M-a str\u0103puns \u00een inim\u0103. M-am a\u0219ezat l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, dar nu am \u00eendr\u0103znit s\u0103 o ating. Lacrimile mi-au urcat \u00een ochi. M\u0103 sim\u021beam ca un str\u0103in \u00een propria cas\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Ea m-a privit mult timp, apoi a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 \u0218tiu tot, Dinu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Am sim\u021bit c\u0103 podeaua se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te sub mine. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 neg, s\u0103 inventez, dar n-avea rost. Pe noptier\u0103 era telefonul meu vechi, cu ecranul spart. Hanna \u00eel g\u0103sise \u00eentr-un sertar \u0219i acolo erau mesajele, fotografiile, tot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Am r\u0103mas mut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Nu am puterea s\u0103 m\u0103 ridic din pat, dar am puterea s\u0103 iert, a continuat ea. \u0218tii de ce? Pentru c\u0103 nu vreau ca tu s\u0103 devii un str\u0103in de tot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Vorbele ei erau mai t\u0103ioase dec\u00e2t orice pedeaps\u0103. \u00cen cultura noastr\u0103, c\u00e2nd cineva \u00ee\u021bi spune \u201ete iert\u201d, nu e doar un cuv\u00e2nt. E o cruce pe care o por\u021bi toat\u0103 via\u021ba.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Mi-am plecat capul \u0219i am \u00eenceput s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng. \u00cen minte mi-au venit amintiri cu bunica mea, care \u00eemi spunea mereu: \u201eB\u0103rbatul se cunoa\u0219te nu dup\u0103 c\u00e2t cucere\u0219te, ci dup\u0103 c\u00e2t poate s\u0103 stea drept l\u00e2ng\u0103 necaz.\u201d Eu c\u0103zusem.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Din acea sear\u0103, am decis c\u0103 nu voi mai fugi. Am \u00eenchis toate u\u0219ile c\u0103tre Cristina \u0219i c\u0103tre orice tenta\u021bie. Mi-am pus \u00een minte un singur lucru: s\u0103 o fac pe Hanna s\u0103 simt\u0103 c\u0103 tr\u0103ie\u0219te, chiar dac\u0103 nu-\u0219i putea mi\u0219ca jum\u0103tate din trup.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Dimine\u021bile au \u00eenceput s\u0103 aib\u0103 alt sens. \u00cei citeam poezii de Nichita St\u0103nescu, \u00eei puneam muzic\u0103 veche de la Maria T\u0103nase, \u00eei aduceam flori din gr\u0103din\u0103 \u0219i \u00eei povesteam fiecare lucru m\u0103runt din lume, ca s\u0103 nu simt\u0103 c\u0103 e izolat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La pr\u00e2nz, \u00eei g\u0103team ciorb\u0103 de legume, a\u0219a cum f\u0103cea mama ei. St\u0103team l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat \u0219i \u00eei d\u0103deam lingur\u0103 cu lingur\u0103, iar c\u00e2nd vedeam c\u0103 z\u00e2mbe\u0219te, era ca \u0219i cum sufletul meu prindea din nou via\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Vecinii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 observe schimbarea. Tanti Ileana venea \u0219i ea cu pl\u0103cinte calde, spun\u00e2nd:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Asta e dragostea adev\u0103rat\u0103, m\u0103i b\u0103iete. Nu ce-ai f\u0103cut tu \u00eenainte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i avea dreptate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lunile au trecut. Hanna nu \u0219i-a rec\u0103p\u0103tat mobilitatea, dar \u0219i-a rec\u0103p\u0103tat lumina din ochi. Nu mai era femeia trist\u0103 care m\u0103 privea \u00een t\u0103cere. Era din nou Hanna mea, cea care m\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021base c\u0103 feminitatea nu st\u0103 doar \u00een trup, ci \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00centr-o sear\u0103 de var\u0103, am scos-o afar\u0103, \u00een curte, pe scaunul cu rotile. Cerul era plin de stele, iar greierii c\u00e2ntau. Mi-a prins m\u00e2na cu jum\u0103tatea s\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103 a trupului ei \u0219i a spus:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u2014 Dinu, nu conteaz\u0103 ce a fost. Conteaz\u0103 c\u0103 acum e\u0219ti aici. \u0218i asta e de ajuns.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Atunci am \u0219tiut. Am \u00een\u021beles c\u0103 iubirea nu se m\u0103soar\u0103 \u00een zile de pasiune, ci \u00een ani de devotament.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i am jurat, \u00een fa\u021ba cerului \u0219i a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului rom\u00e2nesc, c\u0103 nu voi mai p\u0103r\u0103si niciodat\u0103 casa noastr\u0103 \u0219i inima ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A fost cel mai greu drum al vie\u021bii mele, dar \u0219i cel mai frumos. Pentru c\u0103 din ru\u0219inea mea s-a n\u0103scut o iubire mai puternic\u0103 dec\u00e2t orice ispit\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i dac\u0103 ar fi s\u0103 \u00eenv\u0103\u021b ceva din toat\u0103 povestea, este c\u0103 adev\u0103rata b\u0103rba\u021bie nu \u00eenseamn\u0103 s\u0103 cau\u021bi altceva, ci s\u0103 r\u0103m\u00e2i l\u00e2ng\u0103 omul t\u0103u chiar \u0219i c\u00e2nd totul pare pierdut.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Aceast\u0103 lucrare este inspirat\u0103 din evenimente \u0219i persoane reale, \u00eens\u0103 a fost fic\u021bionalizat\u0103 \u00een scopuri creative. Numele, personajele \u0219i detaliile au fost schimbate pentru a proteja intimitatea \u0219i pentru a \u00eembun\u0103t\u0103\u021bi nara\u021biunea. Orice asem\u0103nare cu persoane reale, \u00een via\u021b\u0103 sau decedate, sau cu evenimente reale este pur \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103toare \u0219i nu este inten\u021bionat\u0103 de c\u0103tre autor.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Autorul \u0219i editorul nu \u00ee\u0219i asum\u0103 responsabilitatea pentru exactitatea evenimentelor sau pentru modul \u00een care sunt portretizate personajele \u0219i nu sunt r\u0103spunz\u0103tori pentru eventuale interpret\u0103ri gre\u0219ite. Aceast\u0103 poveste este oferit\u0103 \u201eca atare\u201d, iar orice opinii exprimate apar\u021bin personajelor \u0219i nu reflect\u0103 punctele de vedere ale autorului sau ale editorului.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" \u00cen prag, m-a izbit un miros de busuioc \u0219i t\u0103m\u00e2ie. \u00cen sufragerie, mama Hannei st\u0103tea pe un scaun cu ochii ro\u0219ii, iar l\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, vecina<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":40932,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":[],"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41772"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=41772"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41772\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":41773,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/41772\/revisions\/41773"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/40932"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=41772"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=41772"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=41772"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}