Mirosul acela l-a lovit direct \u00een stomac. Nu era greu, nu era puternic, dar avea ceva ce \u00eei f\u0103cuse pielea s\u0103 se zburleasc\u0103 pe ceaf\u0103. Lenu\u021bu s-a oprit cu lanterna \u00een m\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i a ascultat. Cl\u0103direa era t\u0103cut\u0103, pustie, a\u0219a cum fusese ani \u00eentregi. Dar aerul rece care ie\u0219ea de dup\u0103 perete nu min\u021bea: acolo era un spa\u021biu gol. Un loc despre care nimeni nu vorbea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A b\u0103tut de dou\u0103 ori \u00een zid. Sunetul s-a \u00eentors altfel, ca un ecou scurt, stins. A mai b\u0103tut o dat\u0103. La fel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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S-a a\u0219ezat \u00een genunchi \u0219i a apropiat urechea de perete. Pentru o clip\u0103, i s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 aude ceva: o respira\u021bie? O b\u0103taie? Sau doar b\u0103taia lui de inim\u0103?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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A doua zi diminea\u021b\u0103 s-a dus direct la director\u0103. Dar femeia, obosit\u0103 \u0219i plin\u0103 de griji, a dat din m\u00e2n\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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\u2014 Lenu\u021bule, te rog\u2026 e o cl\u0103dire veche. Crap\u0103 pere\u021bii, trage curentul, mai trosne\u0219te c\u00e2te ceva. Nu mai porni iar spiritele. Oamenii abia au \u00eenceput s\u0103 uite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar el n-a putut s\u0103 uite. A sim\u021bit c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 revin\u0103 acolo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Seara urm\u0103toare \u0219i-a luat unelte, o lantern\u0103 mai bun\u0103 \u0219i un sac de r\u0103bdare. Aripa nordic\u0103 era \u00eentunecat\u0103, mirosea a umezeal\u0103 \u0219i a timp \u00eenvechit. A pornit lanterna \u0219i a atins peretele. Mortarul era cr\u0103pat. C\u0103r\u0103mizile p\u0103reau puse \u00een grab\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A \u00eenceput s\u0103 lucreze \u00eencet, f\u0103r\u0103 zgomot. Cu fiecare c\u0103r\u0103mid\u0103 desprins\u0103, aerul rece se sim\u021bea mai tare. Mirosul acela discret \u2014 dulceag, amestecat cu p\u0103m\u00e2nt umed \u2014 \u00eel urm\u0103rea ca o umbr\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u00e2nd a scos destule c\u0103r\u0103mizi c\u00e2t s\u0103 \u00eencap\u0103, a oprit. Lanterna a p\u0103truns \u00een \u00eentunericul de dincolo \u0219i a luminat un culoar \u00eengust, zidit pe ambele p\u0103r\u021bi, ca un fel de tunel uitat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lenu\u021bu a \u00eenghi\u021bit \u00een sec. A intrat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Culoarul era scurt. La cap\u0103tul lui, o u\u0219\u0103 din lemn, cu vopseaua scorojit\u0103. A ap\u0103sat clan\u021ba. U\u0219a a sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2it, de parc\u0103 nu fusese atins\u0103 de zeci de ani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dincolo era o \u00eenc\u0103pere mic\u0103, rotund\u0103, cu pere\u021bi de piatr\u0103. Pe jos, praf c\u00e2t cuprinde. \u0218i \u00een praf\u2026 urme. Urme vechi de pa\u0219i. Pa\u0219i mici, de fete.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lenu\u021bu a sim\u021bit un val de frig pe \u0219ira spin\u0103rii.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00ce\u0219i amintea fetele. Pe toate patru. Le \u0219tia de c\u00e2nd erau copii. Le v\u0103zuse r\u00e2z\u00e2nd, alerg\u00e2nd pe holuri, f\u0103c\u00e2nd glume. Apoi \u0219ocul dispari\u021biei. T\u0103cerea. Durerea p\u0103rin\u021bilor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A ridicat lanterna \u0219i a v\u0103zut, pe peretele din spate, un raft scorojit. Pe el, st\u0103teau c\u00e2teva caiete. \u00ceng\u0103lbenite. Pline de praf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A suflat u\u0219or pe primul. Literele au ap\u0103rut tremurat: \u201eElena \u2013 jurnal\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
M\u00e2inile \u00eei tremurau. L-a deschis.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Primele pagini erau scrise cu o grij\u0103 adolescentin\u0103. Apoi, frazele deveneau scurte, repezite, pline de team\u0103. Lenu\u021bu sim\u021bea cum i se str\u00e2nge stomacul la fiecare r\u00e2nd.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu mai vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 ascund.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eZice c\u0103 e pentru binele nostru.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNe-a promis c\u0103 nu o s\u0103 doar\u0103.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eSpune c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 fim cumin\u021bi. C\u0103 o face pentru viitor.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDac\u0103 nu ie\u0219im, s\u0103 \u0219tie cineva c\u0103 am \u00eencercat.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen ultima pagin\u0103, doar dou\u0103 cuvinte:<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eNu deschide.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lenu\u021bu a \u00eenchis brusc caietul. Respira ad\u00e2nc. \u00cen camer\u0103 p\u0103rea c\u0103 s-a f\u0103cut \u0219i mai frig.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vrea, lanterna s-a mi\u0219cat spre col\u021bul din dreapta. Acolo era un alt obiect, ceva ce nu observase: o trap\u0103 mic\u0103, metalic\u0103, \u00een podea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sim\u021bit cum inima \u00eei bate \u00een urechi. Tot aerul parc\u0103 se adunase \u00een piept.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A f\u0103cut un pas spre trap\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Apoi altul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A \u00eengenuncheat \u0219i a atins grilajul rece. Era \u00eenchis\u0103 cu un lac\u0103t vechi, ruginit, care p\u0103rea s\u0103 fi fost pus \u00een grab\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen acel moment, un g\u00e2nd i-a trecut ca fulgerul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201eDac\u0103 nu sunt doar caiete aici?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A sim\u021bit un nod \u00een g\u00e2t. \u0218tia c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 afle. Nu pentru el. Pentru fetele acelea. Pentru p\u0103rin\u021bi. Pentru tot ora\u0219ul care, ani \u00eentregi, tr\u0103ise cu durerea \u00een suflet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i-a scos cle\u0219tele. A prins lac\u0103tul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A str\u00e2ns din din\u021bi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Cu un trosnet scurt, metalul a cedat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Trapa s-a ridicat \u00eencet, sc\u00e2r\u021b\u00e2ind \u00eengrozitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Un val de aer rece a ie\u0219it la suprafa\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lenu\u021bu a ridicat lanterna.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Lumina a cobor\u00e2t \u00een ad\u00e2nc.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00cen sf\u00e2r\u0219it, avea s\u0103 vad\u0103 adev\u0103rul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i adev\u0103rul era acolo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A\u0219tept\u00e2nd de cinci ani.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A respirat ad\u00e2nc, s-a \u021binut de margine \u0219i a cobor\u00e2t prima treapt\u0103, \u0219tiind c\u0103, orice ar g\u0103si, nimic nu va mai l\u0103sa ora\u0219ul B\u0103ne\u0219ti \u00een t\u0103cerea aceea ap\u0103s\u0103toare.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Adev\u0103rul urma s\u0103 ias\u0103 la lumin\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Iar el era preg\u0103tit, \u00een sf\u00e2r\u0219it, s\u0103-l spun\u0103.<\/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":" Mirosul acela l-a lovit direct \u00een stomac. Nu era greu, nu era puternic, dar avea ceva ce \u00eei f\u0103cuse pielea s\u0103 se zburleasc\u0103 pe ceaf\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":44950,"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\/44977"}],"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=44977"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44977\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":44978,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/44977\/revisions\/44978"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/44950"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=44977"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=44977"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/calatorinromania.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=44977"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}