Maria a stat o vreme privind cheile \u00een palm\u0103. Nu avea nicio idee ce puteau deschide, dar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea repede, de parc\u0103 trupul ei \u0219tia ceva ce mintea refuza s\u0103 cread\u0103. Privirea i s-a dus instinctiv spre fereastr\u0103, spre col\u021bul gr\u0103dinii unde se ridica \u0219opronul pe care Ion \u00eel \u00eenchidea mereu cu grij\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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De c\u00e2te ori nu \u00eel \u00eentrebase ce \u021bine acolo, iar el, cu acela\u0219i z\u00e2mbet bl\u00e2nd, \u00eei spunea: \u201eNimic important, draga mea, doar scule \u0219i vechituri.\u201d A\u0219a c\u0103 niciodat\u0103 nu insistase. \u00cei respectase spa\u021biul, cum \u0219i el \u00eei respectase pe al ei. Dar acum, \u00een t\u0103cerea aceea ap\u0103s\u0103toare, acel col\u021b de gr\u0103din\u0103 p\u0103rea s\u0103 o cheme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A \u00eembr\u0103cat o hain\u0103 groas\u0103, \u0219i-a pus e\u0219arfa la g\u00e2t \u0219i a ie\u0219it \u00een frig. P\u0103m\u00e2ntul era ud, frunzele c\u0103deau una c\u00e2te una, iar v\u00e2ntul parc\u0103 \u0219optea ceva printre pomi. C\u00e2nd a ajuns \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii de lemn, cheia cea veche p\u0103rea s\u0103 i se potriveasc\u0103 perfect \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103. A inspirat ad\u00e2nc \u0219i a b\u0103gat cheia \u00een broasc\u0103. A \u00eenv\u00e2rtit-o. A auzit un clic, un sunet care i-a \u00eenghe\u021bat s\u00e2ngele.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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U\u0219a s-a deschis greu, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind. \u00cen\u0103untru, lumina p\u0103trundea printr-o fereastr\u0103 murdar\u0103, iar aerul mirosea a praf \u0219i lemn vechi. Pe rafturi erau cutii, scule, borcane pline cu cuie \u0219i \u0219uruburi. Dar \u00een mijlocul \u00eenc\u0103perii era ceva nea\u0219teptat: o lad\u0103 mare, din stejar, legat\u0103 cu lan\u021buri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Maria a tres\u0103rit. Lan\u021burile erau prinse cu un lac\u0103t mic, iar una dintre cheile mai moderne p\u0103rea s\u0103 se potriveasc\u0103. Cu m\u00e2ini tremur\u00e2nde, a deschis lac\u0103tul. Lan\u021burile au c\u0103zut, iar c\u00e2nd a ridicat capacul, a sim\u021bit c\u0103 i se taie respira\u021bia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u00cen lad\u0103 erau fotografii. Sute, poate mii, toate aranjate cu grij\u0103. Pe primele le-a recunoscut imediat: ea \u0219i Ion, \u00een tinere\u021be, la mare, la casa lor \u00een construc\u021bie, \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, r\u00e2z\u00e2nd. Dar mai ad\u00e2nc, printre ele, erau alte chipuri \u2014 copii. Copii pe care nu-i v\u0103zuse niciodat\u0103. \u00cen fiecare fotografie, Ion ap\u0103rea l\u00e2ng\u0103 alt micu\u021b: \u021bin\u00e2ndu-l \u00een bra\u021be, z\u00e2mbind, repar\u00e2ndu-i o biciclet\u0103, s\u0103dind un pom.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Pe spatele fiec\u0103rei fotografii era scris un nume \u0219i o dat\u0103. \u201eMih\u0103i\u021b\u0103, 1993.\u201d \u201eAndreea, 2001.\u201d \u201eCostel, 2010.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Maria s-a a\u0219ezat pe podea, cu lacrimile curg\u00e2ndu-i f\u0103r\u0103 oprire. Nu era furie \u00een ele, ci un amestec de durere \u0219i recuno\u0219tin\u021b\u0103. \u00cen\u021belegea acum. Ion nu renun\u021base niciodat\u0103 la dorin\u021ba de a fi tat\u0103. \u00cen t\u0103cere, ani la r\u00e2nd, ajutase copiii s\u0103raci din sat. Le reparase juc\u0103rii, biciclete, le f\u0103cuse mobil\u0103, le pl\u0103tise caiete \u0219i ghiozdane.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u00centr-un col\u021b al \u0219opronului, a v\u0103zut o cutie cu scrisori. Pe fiecare era un nume de copil \u0219i un bile\u021bel: \u201ePentru Ion, cu drag.\u201d A citit c\u00e2teva \u2014 mul\u021bumiri st\u00e2ngace, desene colorate, dorin\u021be scrise de m\u00e2n\u0103 tremurat\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Atunci, Maria a z\u00e2mbit pentru prima dat\u0103 dup\u0103 mult timp. \u0218i-a dat seama c\u0103, de fapt, avuseser\u0103 copii. Mul\u021bi. Doar c\u0103 nu biologic, ci prin bun\u0103tatea unui om care nu avusese nevoie de vorbe mari ca s\u0103 iubeasc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A cur\u0103\u021bat \u0219opronul, a pus fotografiile \u00eentr-un album mare \u0219i, deasupra l\u0103zii, a at\u00e2rnat o pl\u0103cu\u021b\u0103 pe care a scris: \u201eCasa inimii lui Ion\u201d. \u00cen fiecare an, de ziua lui, copiii satului veneau acolo s\u0103 joace fotbal, s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce pr\u0103jituri \u0219i s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Maria \u00eei privea cu ochii umezi, sim\u021bind c\u0103 Ion era \u00eenc\u0103 acolo, printre ei, z\u00e2mbind din umbr\u0103. \u00centr-un fel, nu murise niciodat\u0103. Iubirea lui doar \u00ee\u0219i g\u0103sise o alt\u0103 form\u0103 \u2014 una care va d\u0103inui mult dup\u0103 ce lumea va uita numele lor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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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\n\n\n <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/a><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Maria a stat o vreme privind cheile \u00een palm\u0103. Nu avea nicio idee ce puteau deschide, dar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea repede, de parc\u0103 trupul ei<\/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\/42643"}],"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=42643"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42643\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":42644,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/42643\/revisions\/42644"}],"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=42643"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=42643"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=42643"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}