{"id":16019,"date":"2026-08-22T09:43:10","date_gmt":"2026-08-22T06:43:10","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=16019"},"modified":"2026-08-22T09:43:16","modified_gmt":"2026-08-22T06:43:16","slug":"pe-cale-de-disparitie","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/?p=16019","title":{"rendered":"Pe cale de dispari\u021bie"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Pe cale de dispari\u021bie\u00a0<\/em>reune\u0219te treisprezece povestiri despre oameni care simt c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i pierd locul \u00een familie, \u00een cuplu, \u00een lume, \u00een corp sau \u00een propria via\u021b\u0103. Personajele \u00eencearc\u0103 s\u0103 supravie\u021buiasc\u0103 rela\u021biilor ap\u0103s\u0103toare, anxiet\u0103\u021bilor greu de controlat sau identit\u0103\u021bilor instabile. Pendul\u00e2nd \u00eentre realism psihologic \u0219i straniu subtil, volumul exploreaz\u0103 fragilitatea, mecanismele intime de adaptare \u0219i efortul de a r\u0103m\u00e2ne prezent atunci c\u00e2nt totul este pe punctul de a se destr\u0103ma.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Mierla (fragment)<\/h4>\n\n\n\n

Teodora tr\u0103ise cu impresia c\u0103 familia sa era limitat\u0103 la trei oameni, c\u0103 nu poate s\u0103 apar\u0103 cineva nou f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 dispar\u0103 altul. A crescut al\u0103turi de mama \u0219i de bunica \u0219i, de fiecare dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd un b\u0103rbat se ar\u0103ta interesat, b\u0103tr\u00e2na tr\u00e2ntea ferm c\u0103 trei oameni sunt de ajuns \u00eentr-o cas\u0103 \u0219i c\u0103 femeia trebuie s\u0103-\u0219i duc\u0103 crucea p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t. \u00ce\u0219i \u00eenchipuia c\u0103 e vorba de cruciuli\u021ba de aur de la g\u00e2t, dar ce mare lucru, nu era vreo greutate, c\u00e2teva grame. Ea nu avea, numai mama \u0219i bunica purtau bijuterii, dar a cerut \u0219i i-au dat \u0219i ei una din email colorat, pus\u0103 pe un \u0219nur din piele. C\u00e2nd se plictisea, sugea \u0219nurul p\u00e2n\u0103 pielea se sub\u021bia \u0219i se rupea, apoi \u00eel \u00eennoda. \u00cembibat cu saliv\u0103, \u0219nurul avea gust de ciuperci, iar \u00een cur\u00e2nd devenise mai mult noduri.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Petrecea mult timp juc\u00e2ndu-se singur\u0103, la \u021bar\u0103 putea s\u0103 alerge prin gr\u0103din\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 bat\u0103 mingea, dar \u00een apartament nu prea avea ce face, mama ei o punea s\u0103 citeasc\u0103 \u0219i nu \u00eei mai d\u0103dea voie s\u0103 cotrob\u0103ie prin cas\u0103 dup\u0103 ce sp\u0103rsese cu ciocanul de \u0219ni\u021bele ni\u0219te m\u0103rgele din chihlimbar. Sem\u0103nau cu bomboanele cu miere. Fetele de la bloc s\u0103reau coarda \u0219i se jucau cu p\u0103pu\u0219ile, dar pe ea n-o l\u0103sau afar\u0103 fiindc\u0103 mereu o \u00eentrebau unde e tat\u0103l ei, iar ea nu \u0219tia s\u0103 mint\u0103. Mai t\u00e2rziu, dup\u0103 at\u00e2ta dus crucea \u00een trei, a \u00eenceput s\u0103 spere c\u0103 tat\u0103l ei se va \u00eentoarce. Ceea ce s-a \u0219i \u00eent\u00e2mplat, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103. Amanta i-a f\u0103cut bagajele \u0219i l-a trimis \u00eenapoi la familie. Tat\u0103l ei avea ochi luneco\u0219i, dar \u0219i \u201eaia\u201c avea doi fra\u021bi. Ni\u0219te nenoroci\u021bi. S-a \u00eentors cu o m\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een ghips \u0219i jig\u0103rit. Nu mai ar\u0103ta cum \u00eel \u0219tia, transpira mult \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i acoperea chelia cu o \u0219uvi\u021b\u0103 lung\u0103 \u0219i rar\u0103. Mama ei l-a primit cu bra\u021bele deschise, ner\u0103bd\u0103toare s\u0103 continue cic\u0103leala de unde o l\u0103sase. C\u00e2nd nu mai rezista, pleca \u201ela aia\u201c sau la alta, apoi revenea acas\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 \u0219i mai sfrijit. \u00cen timpul acesta, bunica ei pendula \u00eentre apartamentul lor \u0219i casa de la \u021bar\u0103. Nu au stat nici m\u0103car o noapte to\u021bi patru sub acela\u0219i acoperi\u0219, iar \u00een vacan\u021be o lua pe Teodora cu ea.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u00centr-o diminea\u021b\u0103, bunica a trezit-o cu noaptea \u00een cap.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Hai s\u0103 vezi berzele! E un stol \u00eentreg \u00een curtea din spate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

I-a pus pe umeri o vest\u0103 de-a ei \u0219i a dus-o \u00een gr\u0103din\u0103, \u00een pijama \u0219i \u00een p\u00e2slari.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 S\u0103 nu faci g\u0103l\u0103gie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Teodorei \u00eei era frig \u0219i somn, iar vesta era aspr\u0103 \u0219i mirosea a fum, ar fi vrut s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103, dar bunica ei mergea iute, cu pa\u0219i m\u0103run\u021bi. Abia se \u021binea dup\u0103 ea, aproape alerga. Bunica ei tocmai greblase gr\u0103dina, florile piersicilor \u00eencepeau s\u0103 plesneasc\u0103, iar pe l\u00e2ng\u0103 mejdin\u0103, \u00een crati\u021be sparte, fumegau c\u00e2rpe aprinse ca s\u0103 \u021bin\u0103 \u0219erpii la distan\u021b\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Unde-s berzele, buni?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Ai r\u0103bdare!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Au trecut de col\u021bul gardului \u0219i gr\u0103dina de zarzavat s-a desf\u0103\u0219urat \u00een fa\u021ba ochilor, \u00eentinz\u00e2ndu-se mult \u00een vale. Nu se vedea nicio barz\u0103, doar straturile goale trasate \u00een r\u00e2nduri \u0219i coloane perfecte.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Au zburat, a constatat dezam\u0103git\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2na. Erau a\u0219a frumoase. \u00centr-un suflet am venit s\u0103 te iau…<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Teodorei i-a r\u0103mas \u00eentip\u0103rit\u0103 imaginea berzelor descrise de bunica, \u00eenc\u00e2t uneori avea impresia c\u0103 le v\u0103zuse aievea. Peste ani, \u00een nop\u021bile de dinainte s\u0103 se nasc\u0103 Cip, nop\u021bi pline de ciud\u0103 \u0219i de vinov\u0103\u021bie, \u00eei revenea \u00een minte stolul de berze dormind \u00eentr-un singur picior, asemeni unor plante r\u0103s\u0103rite peste noapte din straturi, \u00een lumina albastr\u0103 a dimine\u021bii \u0219i \u00een aerul rece, t\u0103ios, mirosind a c\u00e2rpe arse.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bunica ei s-a pr\u0103p\u0103dit c\u00e2nd Teodora \u00eencepea facultatea. A z\u0103cut mult, toat\u0103 zbaterea ei de femeie energic\u0103 de la munte se mutase \u00een spa\u021biul delimitat de trup. O auzea deseori rug\u00e2ndu-se la Dumnezeu s\u0103 o ia. Dup\u0103 o via\u021b\u0103 chinuit\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 mori era greu. Moartea ei a coincis cu \u00eentoarcerea definitiv\u0103 a tat\u0103lui ei, iar acesta s-a stins c\u00e2nd Filip abia ap\u0103ruse \u00een via\u021ba sa. Un semn c\u0103 urma ceva serios \u00eentre ei. Ea trecuse de treizeci de ani \u0219i mai avusese rela\u021bii, dar nu se lega nimic, p\u0103r\u0103sea ea c\u00e2nd sim\u021bea c\u0103 o s\u0103 fie p\u0103r\u0103sit\u0103. \u00cei era ru\u0219ine s\u0103 aduc\u0103 vreun b\u0103iat acas\u0103. Dup\u0103 ce \u201eaia\u201c nu l-a mai primit, ochii luneco\u0219i ai tat\u0103lui au devenit sticlo\u0219i. St\u0103tea pr\u0103v\u0103lit pe scaunul din buc\u0103t\u0103rie, \u00een timp ce mama ei \u00eel toca cu voce sc\u0103zut\u0103, s\u0103 n-aud\u0103 vecinii. Casa lor devenise un c\u00e2mp minat. Nu \u0219tiai cine exploda primul. Tat\u0103l ei m\u0103car d\u0103dea cu pumnul \u00een mas\u0103 \u0219i striga s\u0103 fie l\u0103sat \u00een pace \u201ec\u0103 pe banii lui bea\u201c, dup\u0103 care se culca. Mama ei, \u00eens\u0103, voia s\u0103 aib\u0103 mereu dreptate \u0219i \u0219uiera vorbele printre din\u021bi ca pe \u0219rapnele. Dar tot ea \u00eei aducea b\u0103utura, numai s\u0103 nu-l \u0219tie ie\u0219it din cas\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103-l vad\u0103 lumea beat, iar noaptea scotea pe furi\u0219 sticlele la tomberon. Chestiile astea se recunosc \u00eens\u0103, oric\u00e2t le-ai ascunde. Era at\u00e2ta familiaritate \u00een pove\u0219tile ta\u021bilor din ora\u0219ul lor, c\u0103 noaptea se f\u0103cea coad\u0103 la tomberon. Umbre de femei, fiecare cu plasa ei opac\u0103, \u00eendes\u00e2nd resturi menajere \u0219i ziare \u00eentre sticle, s\u0103 nu scoat\u0103 vreun clinchet.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Bun\u0103, vecin\u0103, ce faci?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Uite cu ni\u0219te coji de pepene s\u0103 nu se-mput\u0103, tu?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u2014 Cu ni\u0219te hodoroage de aruncat din balcon.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A\u0219a decurgeau discu\u021biile nocturne, pe fug\u0103, cu ochii pleca\u021bi s\u0103 nu se ghiceasc\u0103 minciunile \u0219i v\u00e2n\u0103t\u0103ile. De multe ori reu\u0219eau s\u0103 se evite, exista o solidaritate \u00eentre ele \u0219i un orar nescris al ru\u0219inii. Dup\u0103 ce tat\u0103l ei s-a pr\u0103p\u0103dit, mama ei a dat costumele de \u201econtabil\u0103-\u0219ef\u0103\u201c \u0219i \u201ea luat-o pe calea bisericii\u201c. \u00ce\u0219i dusese crucea p\u00e2n\u0103 la cap\u0103t, iar acum nu \u0219tia ce s\u0103 fac\u0103 cu libertatea primit\u0103. \u0218i-a f\u0103cut uniform\u0103 din hainele de doliu, \u00eens\u0103 era tot sobr\u0103 \u0219i elegant\u0103, nu ie\u0219ea din cas\u0103 dec\u00e2t cu p\u0103l\u0103rie \u0219i cu nelipsitele m\u0103rgele din chihlimbar. Ani de zile dup\u0103, c\u00e2nd descoperea vreo sticl\u0103 dosit\u0103 cine \u0219tie unde, \u00eencepea s\u0103 pl\u00e2ng\u0103. Era efectul \u00eent\u00e2rziat al r\u0103zboiului. Toate p\u0103catele tat\u0103lui ei fuseser\u0103 iertate \u0219i singura lui vin\u0103 era c\u0103 murise.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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