de Ionu\u021b Manea<\/p>\n
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Asear\u0103 am adormit pe jos al\u0103turi de cincisprezece muncitori \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een dungi negre. Mi-am impus s\u0103 nu-i prezint dec\u00e2t pe cei \u00een care am \u00eencredere. \u00cen munc\u0103 am \u00eencredere dar \u00een h\u0103ita\u0219ii ei nu. \u00cen camer\u0103 mai erau o igrasie proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i un miros de \u0219oarece; din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd camera gemea \u00een somn odat\u0103 cu noi. Muncitorii au s\u0103pat un \u0219an\u021b \u00een jurul unei statui pentru a o ascunde \u00een p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Statuia nu era trist\u0103, avea un z\u00e2mbet pe piatr\u0103, zeflemitor, istoric. Copii roiau \u00een jurul muncitorilor cu poft\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103, a\u0219tept\u00e2nd viitorul. Muncitorii m\u00e2ncau semin\u021be, \u00een afar\u0103 de unul b\u0103tr\u00e2n. El m\u00e2nca pe ascuns c\u00e2te un copil pirpiriu, cu team\u0103 s\u0103 nu-l vad\u0103 ceilal\u021bi, dar f\u0103r\u0103 ru\u0219ine. P\u0103s\u0103rile disp\u0103ruser\u0103 \u0219i ele, de fric\u0103, \u0219i nu vroiau s\u0103 se mai \u00eentoarc\u0103. Erau \u00een schimb mul\u021bi melci; ei r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 \u00een pofida radia\u021biilor din sat. P\u0103reau s\u0103n\u0103to\u0219i tun, dar eu \u0219tiam c\u0103 sufer\u0103 \u00een interior. Melcii nu renun\u021b\u0103 niciodat\u0103, mai degrab\u0103 mor dec\u00e2t s\u0103 renun\u021be. Melcul meu era \u00eens\u0103 un la\u0219. M-a rugat cu lacrimi \u00een ochi s\u0103-l arunc departe, departe, dincolo de uzin\u0103. Ini\u021bial am vrut s\u0103-l strivesc, s\u0103-l pedepsesc, cum ne-a pedepsit \u0219i Dumnezeu pe noi, dar mi-a fost mil\u0103. Cochilia \u00eei era c\u00e2rpit\u0103 \u0219i g\u0103urit\u0103, am realizat c\u0103 era un neispr\u0103vit. Mai \u0219i bea pe deasupra. Sem\u0103na cu tata, dar tata nu g\u0103sea nimic de b\u0103ut, radia\u021biile topiser\u0103 b\u0103utura. Seara, c\u00e2ntam \u00een jurul uni foc imens, folk patriotic din vremurile de demult. C\u00e2nta \u0219i melcul, dar fals. El fusese educat la un pension de melci, specializat \u00een psihologie individual\u0103, \u0219i nu agrea sentimentalismele. Frica, mi-a m\u0103rturisit el, o c\u0103p\u0103tase \u00een urma unui vis ur\u00e2t, persistent. Cu regularitate visa c\u0103 devine om, apoi muncitor la uzin\u0103, so\u021b, tat\u0103, v\u0103duv \u0219i moare. \u00cens\u0103, visul se concentra spre sf\u00e2r\u0219it, momentele pl\u0103cute trec\u00e2nd pe nesim\u021bite. Un adev\u0103rat co\u0219mar. Muncitorii mi-au c\u00e2\u0219tigat \u00eencrederea \u00een cele din urm\u0103, \u0219i le-am ar\u0103tat melcul. Ei au r\u00e2s, l-au pus s\u0103 danseze ca pe un urs la circ, \u00eel urcau pe o schel\u0103 \u0219i-i d\u0103deau drumul \u00een cazanul cu smoal\u0103. Melcul era ru\u0219inat, cuminte. \u00cei era lui mai mare ru\u0219inea dec\u00e2t lipsa lor de ru\u0219ine. L-am salvat \u00eentr-un acces de furie oarb\u0103. Am fugit cu el dincolo de uzin\u0103. Muncitorii au chemat comitetul, \u0219i comitetul a luat o decizie. Au venit dup\u0103 mine strig\u00e2nd. M-au g\u0103sit \u00eentr-un cazinou dezafectat, sub o rulet\u0103. M-au pus \u00een fa\u021ba maistrului, el nu avea dungi negre, era tot \u00een alb. S-a uitat bl\u00e2nd la mine, c\u00e2\u0219tig\u00e2ndu-mi \u00eencrederea, \u0219i i-am \u00eentins melcul ,tremur\u00e2nd. L-a ridicat \u00een soare \u0219i a z\u00e2mbit: \u201e Un chiabur!\u201d, \u0219i l-a \u00eenghi\u021bit.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
de Ionu\u021b Manea Asear\u0103 am adormit pe jos al\u0103turi de cincisprezece muncitori \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een dungi negre. Mi-am impus s\u0103 nu-i prezint dec\u00e2t pe cei \u00een care am \u00eencredere. \u00cen munc\u0103 am \u00eencredere dar \u00een h\u0103ita\u0219ii ei nu. \u00cen camer\u0103 mai erau o igrasie proasp\u0103t\u0103 \u0219i un miros de \u0219oarece; din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd camera […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1042,15],"tags":[1053,1066,1115],"class_list":["post-10468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia42","category-proza","tag-egophobia-42","tag-ionut-manea","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/s6DakB-melcul","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10468","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10468"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10468\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10470,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10468\/revisions\/10470"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}