Aceasta este povestea unui t\u00een\u0103r care pleac\u0103 acum, \u00een mileniul al III-lea, pe urmele unui scriitor n\u0103scut la Br\u0103ila \u00een 1884. Numele scriitorului este Panait Istrati \u015fi el a cutreierat p\u0103m\u00eentul \u00een lung \u015fi \u00een lat, cu inima plin\u0103 \u015fi buzunarele goale, trec\u00eend prin Cairo, Napoli, Paris, Damasc, Beirut, Geneva sau Moscova, \u00eendr\u0103gostindu-se, lucr\u00eend ca b\u0103iat de pr\u0103v\u0103lie, zugrav, mecanic, gazetar sau docher, ajung\u00eend la sanatoriul de tuberculo\u015fi, t\u0103indu-\u015fi beregata \u00een \u00eencercarea neizbutit\u0103 de a se sinucide, \u00eemprietenindu-se printre al\u0163ii cu Nikos Kazantzakis \u015fi Romain Rolland. T\u00een\u0103rul din prezent umbl\u0103 ne\u00eencetat \u00een trena lui Panaitaki \u015fi \u00eei poveste\u015fte celui de atunci toate c\u00eete mai s\u00eent pe lume, salb\u0103 de istorii adev\u0103rate \u015fi fantastice, \u00eenc\u00eent\u0103toare \u015fi revolt\u0103toare deopotriv\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Prima dat\u0103 am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Chira, pe c\u00e2nd nici m\u0103car nu \u0219tiam c\u0103 pe ea o caut, \u00eentr-un local din Z\u00fcrich, m-a costat salariul pe dou\u0103 luni ca s\u0103 \u00eei ascult inima \u0219i s\u0103 aflu c\u0103 alte lan\u021buri o \u021bin acolo \u0219i vizirul este nevinovat. Venise de la Done\u021bk din Ucraina \u0219i visa s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 acas\u0103 \u00eentr-un autoturism tras de trei sute de cai, s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 acas\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 vorbeasc\u0103 despre gustul melcilor din restaurantele fine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
S\u0103rman\u0103 Chir\u0103, miroseai dulce a fum \u0219i a moarte, copil stricat de dorin\u021bele ieftine ale secolului t\u0103u, \u0219i \u00een zare era \u0219arlatanul care mereu te a\u0219teapt\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd va mai r\u0103m\u00e2ne at\u00e2t de pu\u021bin din tinere\u021bea ta chinuit\u0103 \u00eenc\u00e2t i te vei preda ca unui m\u00e2ntuitor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A doua oar\u0103 am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Chira printre micile chinezoaice ale pe\u0219telui Li, \u00eentr-o camer\u0103 cu lumin\u0103 ro\u0219ie, nimic nu era comercial \u00een z\u00e2mbetul ei binecuv\u00e2ntat, mi\u0219c\u0103rile ei mecanice, de p\u0103pu\u0219\u0103 cu arcurile rupte, \u0219i urletele ei ascu\u021bite \u0219i pulpele de zah\u0103r ale durerii ei \u0219i nicio lacrim\u0103 pe chipul ei nevinovat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Am vrut s\u0103 \u00eei las o mic\u0103 avere, i-ar fi ajuns ca s\u0103 fug\u0103 at\u00e2t de departe \u00eenc\u00e2t pe\u0219tele Li s\u0103 nu o mai poat\u0103 ajunge, m-a oprit cu un gest scandalos, ca t\u0103cerea condamna\u021bilor la moarte care refuz\u0103, doar din priviri, ultima \u021bigar\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u0218i am ie\u0219it din camera ro\u0219ie pe str\u0103zile inundate de lumina fals\u0103 a progresului \u0219i am r\u0103mas singur \u0219i aerul era de var\u0103 \u0219i atunci a \u00eenceput s\u0103 plou\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
A treia oar\u0103 am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Chira \u00een Havana, Cuba, vocabularul ei era libertin, min\u021bea c\u0103 ar fi fost c\u00e2ndva balerin\u0103 \u0219i fericirea p\u0103rea at\u00e2t de aproape \u0219i trei pisici \u00eei st\u0103teau de straj\u0103 \u0219i ea credea c\u0103 dac\u0103 prive\u0219te \u00een ochii lor mari c\u00e2nd \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103 trupul unui str\u0103in ar putea s\u0103 devin\u0103 nemuritoare \u0219i zarva din strad\u0103 urca p\u00e2n\u0103 la al doilea etaj \u0219i trupul ei se aprindea ca un felinar \u00eentr-o noapte de demult, vino cu mine, vom cuceri alte continente \u0219i vei primi tot ce \u00eemi vei cere, vino cu mine!, \u0219i Chira din Havana, Cuba doar a z\u00e2mbit \u0219i tot ce e imposibil se a\u0219ezase atunci \u00een z\u00e2mbetul ei.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mai t\u00e2rziu am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o pe Chira \u00een alte \u0219i alte \u00eenc\u0103peri, printre oglinzi, peste a\u0219ternuturi \u00eenmiresmate, \u00een moteluri jegoase cu paturi supraetajate \u0219i c\u00e2ndva \u00een America de Sud avea cicatrici \u0219i asculta melancolic\u0103 undele radio, r\u0103nit\u0103 de scoica unor amintiri despre care nu vorbea niciodat\u0103 sau vorbea mereu, totuna, niciodat\u0103 nu str\u00e2ngi suficient din meseria asta, mi\u0219carea de revolu\u021bie a p\u0103m\u00e2ntului o aducea \u00een acela\u0219i pat din care se ridica tot mai greu, tot mai obosit\u0103, tot mai b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103, uneori d\u0103dea ceasul \u00eenapoi, dar timpul nu se \u00eentorcea \u0219i era din nou prea t\u00e2rziu, mereu plecam vinovat, blestemul nu poate fi rupt dec\u00e2t cel care l-a aruncat \u0219i eu nu m\u0103 puteam \u00eentoarce \u00een satele lor, pe aleile micilor ora\u0219e de unde fugiser\u0103 ca s\u0103 g\u0103seasc\u0103 iubirea sau m\u0103car libertatea \u0219i nu aflaser\u0103 dec\u00e2t aceste trupuri de b\u0103rba\u021bi trecu\u021bi \u0219i mi\u0219c\u0103rile caraghioase ale bazinului lor, nu puteam s\u0103 scot cu\u021bitul \u0219i s\u0103 ucid pe oricine le-ar fi vrut r\u0103ul, nu puteam nici m\u0103car s\u0103 le mai mint c\u0103 voi veni s\u0103 mor l\u00e2ng\u0103 ele – alt\u0103dat\u0103, \u00een loc de sf\u00e2r\u0219it, micul lac de s\u00e2nge de l\u00e2ng\u0103 c\u0103zile acestor femei, calde \u00eenc\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar nu e \u00eentotdeauna acest sf\u00e2r\u0219it, uneori Chira e doar o mic\u0103 func\u021bionar\u0103 a unei industrii oribile, lupt\u00e2nd pentru locul pe pia\u021b\u0103, pentru clien\u021bi, c\u00e2t dureaz\u0103 o or\u0103?, \u0219i pentru renta ei viager\u0103 de la un b\u0103tr\u00e2n bavarez, \u0219i tot interiorul ei gol \u0219i obscen \u0219i ruinat \u0219i toat\u0103 poezia lumii e apus\u0103 \u0219i frumuse\u021bea ei definitiv pierdut\u0103.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ultima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am \u00eent\u00e2lnit-o, Chira era foarte b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103 \u0219i via\u021ba deja trecuse \u0219i ea \u0219i-a smuls atunci ochii \u0219i mi-a l\u0103sat ochii ei verzi \u00een palm\u0103, poart\u0103-i cu tine, c\u0103ci \u0219i ochii mei vor \u00eenc\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u0219i am f\u0103cut dragoste pentru ultima dat\u0103 \u00eenchiz\u00e2nd ochii ei \u00een palmele noastre, ca s\u0103 nu ne vad\u0103 goi \u0219i obsceni \u0219i ruina\u021bi, \u0219i ochii ei au tremurat u\u0219or \u00een \u00eentunericul palmelor noastre, ca o corabie purtat\u0103 spre necunoscut.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Editura Polirom v\u0103 prezint\u0103 \u00een avanpremier\u0103 un fragment din romanul Prietenul vis\u0103torilor \u015fi al \u00eenvin\u015filor<\/i> de Andrei Cr\u0103ciun, care va ap\u0103rea \u00een cur\u00eend \u00een colec\u0163ia Ego. Proz\u0103.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":41,"featured_media":2148,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[164,29],"tags":[338,170,210,128,440],"coauthors":[],"class_list":["post-2147","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-avanpremiere","category-fictiune","tag-andrei-craciun","tag-avanpremiera","tag-ego-proza","tag-polirom","tag-prietenul-visatorilor-si-al-invinsilor"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/05\/Prietenul-visatorilor-si-al-invinsilor-EgoProza-a.jpg","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/41"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=2147"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2151,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2147\/revisions\/2151"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=2147"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=2147"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=2147"},{"taxonomy":"author","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/revistafamilia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcoauthors&post=2147"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}