de Daniel Sur<\/p>\n
\nPloaia se oprise. Autobuzele care m\u0103 dep\u0103\u015feau hurduc\u0103indu-se prin gropi, erau aproape goale. Cerul albastru al acestei seri calde se topea \u00een noapte, dar c\u0103ldura persista, c\u0103ci \u00een Bucure\u015fti este \u00eentotdeauna cald. O c\u0103ldur\u0103 uscat\u0103 care \u00ee\u0163i usuc\u0103 n\u0103rile. Chiar \u015fi c\u00e2nd plou\u0103 abundent c\u0103ldura este uscat\u0103, chiar \u015fi iernile par uscate, toate anotimpurile par uscate din cauza polu\u0103rii, a\u015fa cum mereu este zgomot : de la circula\u0163ie, de la claxoane, de la schelele ce se monteaz\u0103 sau se demonteaz\u0103, de la picamerele care sparg necontenit c\u00e2te ceva, manelele care r\u0103zbat din ma\u015fini, tramvaiele vechi, voci ascu\u0163ite folosite la intensitate maxim\u0103 \u015fi \u2014 dac\u0103 e\u015fti foarte norocos \u2014 de la p\u0103s\u0103ri. Tr\u0103geam dup\u0103 mine o umbrela imens\u0103. Toat\u0103 aceast\u0103 foial\u0103 din jurul meu m-a pus \u00een alert\u0103. Asfaltul r\u0103sp\u00e2ndea o mireasm\u0103 de c\u0103rbune ars. Ceasul ar\u0103ta 9 \u015fi jum\u0103tate c\u00e2nd am ajuns \u00een Pia\u0163a Iancului. Pe teras\u0103 la Imtermacedonia era aproape pustiu. Majoritatea clien\u0163ilor ori au fost alunga\u0163i de ploaie, ori s-au ad\u0103postit \u00een bar. Doar c\u00e2\u0163iva r\u0103t\u0103ci\u0163i mai ocupau trei mese. L\u00e2ng\u0103 una dintre mese un b\u0103rbat la vreo 45 de ani f\u0103cea flot\u0103ri. \u00ce\u015fi l\u0103sase pelerina de ploaie pe un scaun \u015fi se apucase de f\u0103cut ni\u015fte flot\u0103ri cu mult\u0103 determinare. Primul impuls a fost s\u0103 m\u0103 g\u00e2ndesc c\u0103 respectivul pierduse vreun pariu cu tovar\u0103\u015fii de cinzeac\u0103 si acum trebuia s\u0103-\u015fi pl\u0103teasc\u0103 datoria \u00een v\u0103zul lumii. M-am uitat discret in jur lui, \u00eens\u0103 nimeni nu-l b\u0103ga \u00een seama si nici el nu p\u0103rea s\u0103 se sinchiseasc\u0103 de cei din jur. Nu \u015ftiu de ce, dar mi se f\u0103cuse fric\u0103 s\u0103 nu m\u0103 observe c\u0103-l urm\u0103resc. Dar, \u00een ciuda tuturor eforturilor mele de a\u2011mi \u00eendrepta aten\u0163ia \u00een alt\u0103 parte, nu am \u00eencetat s\u0103\u2011l observ.
\n\tC\u00e2nd p\u0103rea c\u0103 a terminat de f\u0103cut cel pu\u0163in 20 de flot\u0103ri, b\u0103rbatul s-a ridicat \u00een picioare \u015fi-a \u00eembr\u0103cat pelerina \u015fi s-a a\u015fezat singur la o mas\u0103 ca s\u0103-\u015fi termine sticla de bere. Omul bea direct din sticl\u0103 cu \u00eenghi\u0163ituri mici, nu v\u00e2ra \u00een el ca-ntr-un spital, ci \u00eenghi\u0163ea berea de pl\u0103cere, degust\u00e2nd-o \u015fi savur\u00e2nd-o \u015fi nu p\u0103rea deloc interesat s\u0103 se fac\u0103 pulbere c\u00e2t mai repede. \u015ei drept dovad\u0103 s-a mai dezbr\u0103cat o dat\u0103 de pelerina de ploaie \u015fi a trecut la seria a doua de flot\u0103ri. Aceast\u0103 nou\u0103 rund\u0103 a st\u00e2rnit oarece interes \u015fi rumoare \u00een r\u00e2ndul clien\u0163ilor din bar. Cei mai mul\u0163i fumau, foarte calm, uit\u00e2ndu-se amuzat la sportivul de ocazie printre rotocoalele de fum, de par\u00adc\u0103 giumbu\u015flucurile acestuia i-ar fi amuzat gro\u00adzav. Clien\u0163ii care priveau demonstra\u0163ia de for\u0163\u0103 \u015fi virtuozitate a b\u0103rbatului gesticulau lene\u015f, z\u00e2mbeau politicos, ridicau din umeri cu mu\u00adtre pe care se citea \u201ece s\u0103-i faci, fiecare cu \u0163icneala lui, doar n-o s\u0103 ne punem mintea cu to\u0163i nebunii”. C\u00e2nd a terminat ce-a de-a dou\u0103 serie r\u0103sufla greu \u015fi p\u0103rea ame\u0163it. Nu mi\u015fca, nu vorbea, ba chiar p\u0103rea s\u0103 fi r\u0103mas cu respira\u0163ia t\u0103iat\u0103. St\u0103tu a\u015fa pre\u0163 de c\u00e2teva minute, \u00eenlemnit. P\u0103rea c\u0103 \u00eel \u00eencer\u00adcau cr\u00e2ncene icneli de vom\u0103. Nu vomit\u0103; \u00eens\u0103, din pruden\u0163\u0103, se a\u015fezase cuminte pe scaun. Cu toate acestea nu p\u0103rea deloc beat, ci mai degrab\u0103 epuizat de efort..
\nUn c\u00e2ine vagabond ap\u0103rut de nic\u0103ieri s-a apropiat de el \u015fi a \u00eenceput s\u0103-l latre. L\u0103tra \u00eent\u0103r\u00e2tat \u015fi l\u0103tr\u0103turile lui, enervante \u015fi frenetice, devenir\u0103 destul de cur\u00e2nd un urlet lung. B\u0103rbatul \u015fi-a \u00eembr\u0103cat f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-l piard\u0103 din ochi pe c\u00e2ine. A dat pe g\u00e2t sticla de bere \u015fi se preg\u0103tea s\u0103 plece, alungat de \u00eenc\u0103p\u0103\u0163\u00e2narea patrupedului. Se lovi cu pumnul \u00een piept \u015fi \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cu semnul crucii. Apoi cu o zv\u00e2cnire scurt\u0103, iute c\u0103 fulgerul, un picior se dezlipise de sol \u015fi-l lovi pe c\u00e2ine drept \u00een bot. Animalul n-apuc\u0103 s\u0103 se fereasc\u0103 la timp, a\u015fa c\u0103 din spatele plantelor ornamentale din jurul terasei se auzir\u0103 schel\u0103l\u0103ieli \u00eengrozitoare.
\nB\u0103rbatul a plecat spre sta\u0163ia de tramvai \u00eentr-un cor de \u00eenjur\u0103turi \u015fi blesteme. Clien\u0163ii au ie\u015fit s\u0103-l taxeze pe agresorul de animale.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
de Daniel Sur Ploaia se oprise. Autobuzele care m\u0103 dep\u0103\u015feau hurduc\u0103indu-se prin gropi, erau aproape goale. Cerul albastru al acestei seri calde se topea \u00een noapte, dar c\u0103ldura persista, c\u0103ci \u00een Bucure\u015fti este \u00eentotdeauna cald. O c\u0103ldur\u0103 uscat\u0103 care \u00ee\u0163i usuc\u0103 n\u0103rile. Chiar \u015fi c\u00e2nd plou\u0103 abundent c\u0103ldura este uscat\u0103, chiar \u015fi iernile par uscate, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"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":[7,15],"tags":[16,9,1115],"class_list":["post-114","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-7","category-proza","tag-daniel-sur","tag-egophobia-22","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-1Q","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114","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\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=114"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":301,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/114\/revisions\/301"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=114"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=114"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=114"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}