de Alex \u0218u\u021biu<\/p>\n
Noaptea \u00eent\u00e2i.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E noapte \u00een camer\u0103, \u0219i fereastra arunc\u0103 pe canapea umbre spectrale ale luminii de afar\u0103. E lini\u0219te total\u0103. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd un zgomot surd se aude de la etajul de deasupra, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 mai ascu\u021bit, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 mai acut, pare c\u0103 un obiect sc\u0103pat ajunge pe jos urm\u00e2nd a nu mai fi ridicat niciodat\u0103. Zgomotele din noapte ale cl\u0103dirilor cu multe etaje sunt mereu o surs\u0103 de presupuneri f\u0103cute cu team\u0103 la ad\u0103postul \u00eentunericului nop\u021bii. M\u0103 ridic \u00eencet de pe canapea \u00eentr-o noapte \u00een care iar lipse\u0219te curentul electric, cel pu\u021bin \u00een parcela de blocuri \u00een care m\u0103 aflu. \u00cemi dau seama c\u0103 nu se vede nimic cale de 10 etaje mai jos, iar Luna este cea care contribuie \u00een principal la capacitatea de a vizualiza \u00eentr-o lumin\u0103 l\u0103ptoas\u0103 \u0219i rece obiectele din \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trebuie s\u0103 o iau spre st\u00e2nga ca s\u0103 ajung \u00een balconul garsonierei, care nu este delimitat de restul spa\u021biului dec\u00e2t printr-un perete incomplet cu aspect de bar. Este pu\u021bin mai frig \u00een acel loc \u0219i lumina satelitului nocturn cade peste tot ceea ce se afla \u00een fa\u021ba ferestrei. Planeta vegheaz\u0103 ca un ochi alb \u0219i rece peste \u00eentunericul ad\u00e2nc de afar\u0103. Singurele surse de lumin\u0103 vizibile sunt c\u00e2teva cl\u0103diri care \u00eenc\u0103 au energie electric\u0103, mult mai joase dec\u00e2t cea \u00een care m\u0103 aflu, precum \u0219i \u0219ase turnuri \u00eenalte ale unui punct termic aflat pu\u021bin mai departe \u0219i care se ridic\u0103 deasupra orizontului ca ni\u0219te piloni uria\u0219i. Lumini ro\u0219ii at\u00e2rn\u0103 pe fiecare st\u00e2lp, multiple perechi de ochi malefici ai unor gardieni \u00eenghe\u021ba\u021bi \u00een timp \u0219i bezn\u0103. Lumina ochiului nocturn nu pare s\u0103 poat\u0103 c\u0103dea pe aceste construc\u021bii megalitice, ele r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd neatinse de ea ca \u0219i c\u00e2nd ar fi prea \u00eentunecate pentru a o putea absorbi.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Situa\u021bia cu energia electric\u0103 se repet\u0103 des, pare c\u0103 nu mai exist\u0103 de ceva timp, aproape c\u0103 am uitat c\u00e2nd au func\u021bionat ultima dat\u0103 becurile. Zilele sunt scurte \u0219i \u00eenghe\u021bate, cea\u021ba acoper\u0103 edificiile mai mici de \u00een\u0103l\u021bime, dar \u0219i str\u0103zile \u00een timpul zilei. Pare c\u0103 niciun zgomot sau vreo activitate uman\u0103 nu mai perturb\u0103 lumea de jos. Oare aceasta mai exist\u0103? Oare a disp\u0103rut \u00een ceva eveniment de extinc\u021bie caracterizat de lini\u0219te? Este o lini\u0219te care url\u0103, mai ales \u00een timpul nop\u021bii, \u00ee\u021bi url\u0103 \u00een urechi cu \u021biuituri enervante, url\u0103 ca s\u0103 \u00eenlocuiasc\u0103 activitatea uman\u0103 care lipse\u0219te.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Mobila de lemn veche trosne\u0219te din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, rafturile cu c\u0103r\u021bi \u0219i televizorul cu \u0219asiu de plastic, un cadavru inutil f\u0103r\u0103 energie electric\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Privesc prin geamul murdar de pic\u0103turi amestecate cu praf pe care luna le aprinde. Ochii ro\u0219ii ai turnurilor sunt hipnotici, dac\u0103 \u00eei prive\u0219ti destul de mult pare c\u0103 ace\u0219tia se apropie \u00eempreun\u0103 cu monoli\u021bii imen\u0219i, santinele \u00een noapte defil\u00e2nd c\u0103tre o destina\u021bie doar de ele \u0219tiut\u0103.<\/p>\n
Noaptea a doua.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Este din nou \u00eentuneric \u0219i pu\u021bin frig. Singura surs\u0103 de lumin\u0103 sunt din nou doar fereastra \u0219i astrul nop\u021bii, de aceast\u0103 dat\u0103 doar o secer\u0103 ag\u0103\u021bat\u0103 precar pe cerul care amenin\u021b\u0103 cu ni\u0219te nori la orizont al\u0103turi de c\u00e2teva stele, ochi reci ai bol\u021bii care privesc la o lume c\u0103zut\u0103 \u00een uitare.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am auzit ni\u0219te zgomote puternice la etajul superior, lucruri care cad, dar nicio voce \u0219i niciun pas care s\u0103 le urmeze cum se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 de obicei. Pare c\u0103 zgomotele vin din \u00eens\u0103\u0219i cl\u0103direa care cade prad\u0103 putrefac\u021biei, \u0219i nu \u00eemi amintesc dac\u0103 deasupra locuia cineva sau nu. Toat\u0103 lumea spune c\u0103 \u00eentunericul de afar\u0103 este \u00eenfrico\u0219\u0103tor, \u00eens\u0103 probabil nu au experimentat niciodat\u0103 senza\u021bia unei camere teoretic goale \u00een vecin\u0103tatea ta, \u00een care \u00eens\u0103 nu \u0219tii ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103, de\u0219i pare a fi mai animat\u0103 dec\u00e2t oric\u00e2nd din punct de vedere al zgomotelor care apar brusc.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103n\u00e2nc biscui\u021bi simpli dulci care au supravie\u021buit lipsei de energie electric\u0103 \u0219i privesc pe geam. Luna e p\u0103tat\u0103, are cicatrici mai b\u0103tr\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t noi to\u021bi, atunci c\u00e2nd apare plin\u0103, cicatrici sau structuri pe suprafa\u021ba ei? Poate cineva se uit\u0103 la P\u0103m\u00e2nt la fel cum eu privesc astrul nop\u021bii acum. Nu pot vedea \u0219i craterele, \u00eens\u0103 poate \u00een umbr\u0103 cineva sau ceva \u00eentr-un turn \u00eenalt \u0219i singuratic prive\u0219te \u00eenapoi f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u0219tie c\u0103 de fapt prive\u0219te o bucat\u0103 de piatr\u0103 locuit\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un h\u00e2r\u0219\u00e2it \u00eencet, discret, la pragul u\u0219ii de la intrare \u00eemi atrage aten\u021bia \u0219i respira\u021bia mi se opre\u0219te la comand\u0103. E timpul pentru modul de autoconservare, de supravie\u021buire. Zgomotul este repetitiv, o dat\u0103 la dou\u0103 sau trei nop\u021bi, sau zile \u00eentunecate. Pare un \u0219obolan care este activ afar\u0103 sau un c\u00e2ine care vine s\u0103 miroas\u0103 \u0219i poate s\u0103 vad\u0103 dac\u0103 u\u0219a poate fi \u00eempins\u0103. \u00cen func\u021bie de noaptea de afar\u0103, silueta din spatele u\u0219ii \u00eemi apare altfel \u00een minte, \u00een nop\u021bile mai \u00eentunecate pare a fi mai masiv\u0103, pe c\u00e2nd \u00een cele luminate de lumina lunii pare a fi de dimensiunea unui \u0219oarece.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Prezen\u021ba din spatele u\u0219ii pare s\u0103 se \u00eendep\u0103rteze. O simt cum dispare \u00eencet pe holul lung cu multe u\u0219i de afar\u0103. Din balcon pot vedea complet intrarea \u00een apartament, stau fa\u021b\u0103 \u00een fa\u021b\u0103 cu ea. Niciodat\u0103 nu deschid \u00eens\u0103, de\u0219i acest lucru s-a \u00eent\u00e2mplat \u00een trecut, \u00een mijlocul unei zile \u00eentunecate. Holul era \u00eentunecos \u0219i rece \u0219i nu se auzea niciun zgomot. Am \u00eenchis u\u0219a repede \u0219i m-am \u00eentors \u00een\u0103untru pentru a dormi \u00een continuare. Curiozitatea e o gre\u0219eal\u0103 \u00eentr-o lume t\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i amenin\u021b\u0103toare.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Privesc din nou pe geam \u0219i pare c\u0103 ochii ro\u0219ii sunt aten\u021bi la mine, pare c\u0103 monoli\u021bii sunt mai aproape, robo\u021bi din alt\u0103 lume p\u0103\u0219ind \u00eencet c\u0103tre ultima redut\u0103 a civiliza\u021biei, gata s\u0103 ne distrug\u0103 pe to\u021bi sau pur \u0219i simplu s\u0103 treac\u0103 mai departe abandon\u00e2ndu-ne uit\u0103rii.<\/p>\n
Noaptea a treia.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Este ora trei fix. Materia tace, nicio mi\u0219care afar\u0103 sau \u00een interiorul cl\u0103dirii. Nu pot vedea nimic din ceea ce se afl\u0103 dedesubt. O cea\u021b\u0103 groas\u0103 acoper\u0103 ora\u0219ul. Ca o lance, cl\u0103direa \u00een care m\u0103 aflu pare a str\u0103punge suprafa\u021ba de dedesubt. Sunt doar eu \u0219i santinelele cu ochi ro\u0219ii, \u0219i Luna, t\u0103cut\u0103. \u00cen alt\u0103 faz\u0103, un p\u0103trar cu nimic special. Nu mai \u021bin minte dac\u0103 fazele lunii sunt corecte, par aleatorii, nu \u021bin cont de zile.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am aprins o lum\u00e2nare acum ceva timp, \u0219i mi s-a p\u0103rut o gre\u0219eal\u0103, un sacrilegiu adus nop\u021bii. Am crezut c\u0103 pu\u021bin\u0103 lumin\u0103 \u0219i o flac\u0103r\u0103 vor face t\u0103cerea pu\u021bin mai u\u0219oar\u0103, \u00eens\u0103 flac\u0103ra nu era lini\u0219tit\u0103, mereu se mi\u0219ca frenetic \u0219i d\u0103dea via\u021b\u0103 tuturor umbrelor lungi pe care le crea. Sim\u021beam c\u0103 odat\u0103 cu flac\u0103ra aprins\u0103 nu sunt niciodat\u0103 singur a\u0219a c\u0103 am stins-o \u0219i senza\u021bia unei prezen\u021be permanente \u00een lini\u0219tea dimprejur a disp\u0103rut odat\u0103 cu ea.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Privesc pe geam \u0219i pare c\u0103 unele din luminile ro\u0219ii p\u00e2lp\u00e2ie cumva cu o intensitate mai mare, apoi revin la intensitatea normal\u0103. Nu exist\u0103 nicio regul\u0103, nu se schimb\u0103 c\u00e2te dou\u0103 sau dup\u0103 vreun model anume, singular par a cre\u0219te \u00een intensitate, apoi revin la normal. Din nou, nu v\u0103d nimic mai jos de etajele din mijloc.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M-am trezit brusc cu senza\u021bia c\u0103 cineva st\u0103tea l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat, cineva sun\u0103 bine, sun\u0103 corect. Nu era nimeni, \u00eens\u0103 ceasul pe baterii cu afi\u0219aj ro\u0219u aprins ar\u0103ta ora trei fix.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Am \u00eentredeschis geamul \u0219i un frig de sf\u00e2r\u0219it de lume a p\u0103truns \u00een cas\u0103, a\u0219a c\u0103 l-am \u00eenchis rapid la loc, cu r\u0103m\u0103\u0219i\u021bele aerului de afar\u0103 captive \u00een\u0103untru. Mi s-a p\u0103rut c\u0103 santinelele nu p\u0103reau mul\u021bumite de acest gest. Nu mai v\u0103d turnurile ca parte din punctul termic sau dintr-o cl\u0103dire anume. \u00cemi par entit\u0103\u021bi vii separate. Poate a\u0219a \u00eencepe nebunia izol\u0103rii, dar \u00een lini\u0219te toat\u0103 lumea e nebunie. Spa\u021biul \u00eensu\u0219i probabil e un sanatoriu imens al t\u0103cerii \u00een care locuitorii fac g\u0103l\u0103gie pentru a nu c\u0103dea \u00een neantul lini\u0219tii nesf\u0103r\u0219ite a sferelor.<\/p>\n
Noaptea a patra.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Lumina lunii str\u0103punge fereastra murdar\u0103. Am \u00eencercat s\u0103 \u0219terg geamul, \u00eens\u0103 frigul de afar\u0103 este crunt. Azi, noaptea nu este lini\u0219tit\u0103, iar ziua a trecut \u00eentr-un somn ad\u00e2nc. Simt constant c\u0103 exist\u0103 multiple prezen\u021be \u00een jurul meu, dau vina pe vecini, poate \u0219i ei privesc pe geam sau dorm. N-am mai ie\u0219it afar\u0103 de c\u00e2teva zile, nici nu sunt sigur c\u0103 mai exist\u0103 vreo lume sub cea\u021ba groas\u0103 care ascunde str\u0103zile de dedesubt. Stau pe canapea \u0219i un col\u021b al geamului \u00eemi arat\u0103 dou\u0103 lumini ro\u0219ii. Nu \u00een\u021beleg cum se pot vedea acum direct de aici turnurile masive, am impresia c\u0103 \u00een serile precedente nu se z\u0103reau. Ceva \u00eemi atrage aten\u021bia \u00een dreapta, simt o presiune \u00een ureche, apoi senza\u021bia se mut\u0103 rapid c\u0103tre st\u00e2nga. \u00cen dreapta mea se afl\u0103 u\u0219a de la ie\u0219ire \u0219i dau vina pe ceea ce am mai p\u0103\u021bit \u0219i \u00een serile precedente, dincolo este fereastra. \u00cent\u00e2mplarea nu este singular\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Cumva senza\u021bia respectiv\u0103 m\u0103 face s\u0103 nu m\u0103 simt singur, \u00eens\u0103 acest sentiment dureaz\u0103 foarte pu\u021bin \u0219i se amestec\u0103 \u00een cur\u00e2nd cu teroare pur\u0103. \u00cemi iau un scaun \u00eenalt \u0219i m\u0103 a\u0219ez \u00een fa\u021ba geamului. Turnurile par a fi mult mai aproape dec\u00e2t \u00een serile precedente, ochii malefici par acum concentra\u021bi pe cl\u0103direa \u00een care m\u0103 aflu \u0219i m\u0103 mint c\u0103 sunt doar lumini, lumini de semnalizare. \u00cens\u0103 \u0219tiin\u021ba nu face nici doi bani \u00een mijlocul nop\u021bii \u0219i logica nu este binevenit\u0103 \u00eentr-o lume \u00eentunecat\u0103 \u0219i rece.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Un zgomot puternic se aude pe culoarul blocului, precum ceva care a c\u0103zut, de\u0219i nu trebuia s\u0103 cad\u0103. Pa\u0219i aler\u021bi se aud \u00een spatele u\u0219ii, pa\u0219i de c\u00e2ine sau alt animal cu labe care fac un zgomot inconfundabil pe piatra de pe jos. O bufnitur\u0103 \u00een u\u0219\u0103 care pare c\u0103 o va deschide, apoi lini\u0219te. Sper c\u0103 am \u00eenchis-o \u00eenainte. A\u0219tept s\u0103 treac\u0103 aproape o jum\u0103tate de or\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 m\u0103 ridic de pe canapea \u0219i merg c\u0103tre intrarea \u00een apartament. \u00cenaintez aproape pe vine, imagin\u00e2ndu-mi c\u0103 la u\u0219\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103 zace fiara care a f\u0103cut zgomotul dinainte. U\u0219or \u00eentind m\u00e2na c\u0103tre chei \u0219i, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 le agit, le r\u0103sucesc c\u0103tre pozi\u021bia de \u00eenchis. Rezisten\u021ba este aproape instantanee \u0219i respir u\u0219urat. Nu voi face zgomot de data aceasta. Nu m\u0103 va auzi nimeni.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 \u00eentorc pe scaunul de la geam \u0219i privesc stelele \u0219i luna care nu dore\u0219te s\u0103 le lase s\u0103 str\u0103luceasc\u0103. Turnurile troneaz\u0103 \u00een mijlocul m\u0103rii de noapte, t\u0103cute, ca ni\u0219te veghetori la tragedia unei umanit\u0103\u021bi uitate \u00een \u00eentuneric.<\/p>\n
Noaptea a cincea.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Scaunul este o idee bun\u0103, este frig, dar m\u0103car stau jos. Am m\u00e2inile \u00eenghe\u021bate \u0219i sunt sigur c\u0103 ceva este gre\u0219it cu lumea din jur. Speram s\u0103 visez \u0219i \u00eenc\u0103 sper s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc mai repede din realitatea distorsionat\u0103 de somnul agitat. M-am a\u0219ezat la geam \u0219i ceea ce am v\u0103zut prima dat\u0103 era un pilon imens aproape de cl\u0103direa \u00een care stau. Nu \u00eei puteam vedea v\u00e2rful, \u00eens\u0103, dac\u0103 m\u0103 apropii de geam \u0219i m\u0103 uit \u00een sus, pot vedea luminile ro\u0219ii. Pare c\u0103 acest co\u0219mar este creat de obsesia mea legat\u0103 de turnurile care se apropie, c\u0103 turnurile nu sunt de fapt turnuri, ci santinele monstruoase. Teroarea domne\u0219te peste noapte din nou \u0219i g\u00e2ndul c\u0103 nu dormi m\u0103 trimite aproape de o c\u0103dere \u00een nebunie.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Fug \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103ria mic\u0103 \u0219i iau un cu\u021bit scurt cu m\u00e2ner negru de plastic \u0219i zim\u021bi mici pe lam\u0103. \u00cel apropii \u00eencet de bra\u021bul st\u00e2ng \u0219i, evit\u00e2nd venele, trag o dung\u0103 \u00eens\u00e2ngerat\u0103 pe piele. Niciun rezultat, nu m\u0103 trezesc, nu sunt pe canapea, mai trag o t\u0103ietur\u0103, care doar doare \u0219i at\u00e2t. Fug la canapea \u0219i canapeaua e goal\u0103, nu pare s\u0103 existe vreun mod \u00een care m-a\u0219 putea trezi dormind pe ea.<\/p>\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 M\u0103 mut rapid din nou la geam \u0219i m\u0103 uit \u00een sus, v\u0103d betonul vechi \u0219i ciobit al pilonului apropiat \u0219i apoi, urm\u0103rindu-l, v\u0103d luminile ro\u0219ii de sus parc\u0103 mai intense dec\u00e2t \u00eenainte. Au r\u0103mas doar dou\u0103, undeva mai jos, aproape de fereastra mea. Cresc u\u0219or \u00een intensitate \u0219i apoi brusc se sting. La c\u00e2teva secunde \u0219i celelalte lumini ale pilonilor le urmeaz\u0103. Un nor acoper\u0103 luna \u0219i doar stelele reci r\u0103m\u00e2n de veghe, mii de ochi reci \u0219i s\u0103lbatici.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
de Alex \u0218u\u021biu Noaptea \u00eent\u00e2i. \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 E noapte \u00een camer\u0103, \u0219i fereastra arunc\u0103 pe canapea umbre spectrale ale luminii de afar\u0103. E lini\u0219te total\u0103. Din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd un zgomot surd se aude de la etajul de deasupra, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 mai ascu\u021bit, c\u00e2teodat\u0103 mai acut, pare c\u0103 un obiect sc\u0103pat ajunge pe jos urm\u00e2nd a nu […]<\/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":[1800,15],"tags":[1401,1801,1115],"class_list":["post-15829","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-egophobia-86","category-proza","tag-alex-sutiu","tag-egophobia-86","tag-proza"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6DakB-47j","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15829","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=15829"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15829\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15831,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/15829\/revisions\/15831"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=15829"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=15829"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=15829"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}