de Georgiana Ilie<\/p>\n
Era s\u00e2mb\u0103t\u0103 diminea\u021ba devreme c\u00e2nd am pornit s\u0103 o iau pe mama de la aeroport.<\/p>\n
M\u0103 trezisem cu \u00eent\u00e2rziere, posomor\u00e2t\u0103 \u0219i cu o durere \u00eenfior\u0103toare de cap. M-am \u00eembr\u0103cat \u00een grab\u0103 cu primele haine pe care le-am g\u0103sit aruncate pe scaunul din dormitor \u0219i am ie\u0219it din cas\u0103 cu p\u0103rul f\u0103cut cocolo\u0219 \u00eentr-un mo\u021b \u00een v\u00e2rful capului. Eram at\u00e2t de \u201ecu capsa pus\u0103\u201d \u00eenc\u00e2t uitasem c\u0103 nu o mai v\u0103zusem pe mama de un an \u0219i jum\u0103tate \u2013 tot ce odat\u0103 fusese un sentiment de dor \u0219i melancolie se topise \u00een v\u00e2ltoarea unei dimine\u021bi prea agitate \u2013 nu avusesem timp nici m\u0103car s\u0103-mi beau cafeaua: sunt imposibil\u0103 c\u00e2nd nu-mi beau cafeaua la prima or\u0103. Pe drumul spre aeroport, printre claxoane ner\u0103bd\u0103toare \u0219i manevre cam prea smucite de volan, enervarea mea atingea cote maxime. \u00cen timp ce c\u0103utam un loc de parcare, telefonul \u00eemi vibr\u0103 – am dat s\u0103-l apuc, \u0219i mi-a c\u0103zut la picioare, sub scaun. M-am \u00eentins dup\u0103 el cu o m\u00e2n\u0103, in timp ce cu cealalt\u0103 \u021bineam de volan \u0219i ochii mi-erau arunca\u021bi prin parbriz, s\u0103 vad \u0219i eu pe unde merg. \u201eAm cobor\u00e2t din avion, sper s\u0103 nimeresc drumul \u0219i s\u0103 nu m\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103cesc p\u00e2n\u0103 la ie\u0219ire\u201d. Un val fierbinte \u00eemi clocotea prin vene; \u00een cap: \u201e\u0218i eu ce s\u0103 fac, s\u0103 vin dup\u0103 tine?\u201d m\u0103 auzeam zic\u00e2nd, \u00een timp ce viram ro\u021bile ma\u0219inii \u0219i priveam \u00een retrovizor c\u00e2nd parcam. Am cobor\u00e2t \u0219i m-am dus spre terminalul de sosiri \u2013 \u00eencepeam s\u0103 simt pu\u021bin entuziasm, odat\u0103 \u00eendeplinite opera\u021biunile logistice indispensabile. Mi-am a\u021bintit ochii spre poart\u0103, s\u0103 o v\u0103d ie\u0219ind \u2013 \u00eemi lungeam g\u00e2tul peste capetele aliniate din mul\u021bimea din fa\u021ba mea, ner\u0103bd\u0103toare: \u201enu e ea, nici ea nu e, aha, uite-o acolo, mamaaa!\u201d. Ne-am \u00eent\u00e2lnit, \u0219i-a l\u0103sat valiza dintr-o mi\u0219care decis\u0103, ca \u0219i cum n-ar mai fi avut nevoie de ea, \u0219i ne-am \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219at. \u00cemi sim\u021beam ochii uzi \u0219i pe buze mi se asternuse un z\u00e2mbet precum cel din dimine\u021bile \u00een care m\u0103 a\u0219tepta cu Nesquik cu lapte s\u0103 m\u0103 trezesc \u2013 b\u0103taia inimii ei mi-era familiar\u0103 \u0219i \u00eemi lipsise. Apoi ne-am desprins din str\u00e2nsoare \u0219i ne-am \u00eendep\u0103rtat a\u0219a, la o distan\u021b\u0103 de vreun bra\u021b, s\u0103 ne privim \u2013 un an \u0219i jum\u0103tate e mult, ecranul telefonului \u00een\u0219al\u0103. Mama se aplec\u0103 s\u0103-\u0219i recupereze valiza de care, dintr-o dat\u0103, avea din nou nevoie. \u201eAi mai \u00eemb\u0103tr\u00e2nit, mam\u0103\u201d, m\u0103 g\u00e2ndeam, dar ce am rostit a fost \u201ear\u0103\u021bi tare bine, te prinde coafura asta\u201d. Mama m\u0103 privea cu sclipiri \u00een ochi \u2013 \u201eCe rochie frumoas\u0103 ai, dar cu p\u0103rul \u0103la ce e, abia te-ai trezit? Sau a\u0219a se poart\u0103 aici la voi la New York?\u201d \u2013 \u0219i izbucni \u00eentr-un r\u00e2s sonor care m\u0103 deranja.<\/p>\n
Ne-am croit drum prin mul\u021bimea de mame \u0219i copii, neveste \u0219i so\u021bi, bunici \u0219i nepo\u021bi care \u00ee\u0219i strigau bucuria re\u00eent\u00e2lnirii \u0219i am ajuns la ma\u0219in\u0103, purt\u00e2nd cea mai reu\u0219it\u0103 \u201emic\u0103 conversa\u021bie\u201d din istorie: \u201e\u0218i cum e vremea pe aici, la noi a plouat, ce face aia mic\u0103, ce s\u0103 v\u0103 fac\u0103 mama de m\u00e2ncare?\u201d. \u0218i \u00eentrebarea \u201eTu cum e\u0219ti, mam\u0103, cum te sim\u021bi \u00een ad\u00e2ncul t\u0103u?\u201d n-a venit, de\u0219i am a\u0219teptat-o mult.<\/p>\n
Am ajuns acas\u0103 \u00een cele din urm\u0103, c\u00e2nd deja m\u0103 sim\u021beam at\u00e2t de obosit\u0103 de tot drumul \u0219i de desf\u0103\u0219urarea dimine\u021bii. Mama \u0219i-a luat valiza \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 deschid\u0103 ce adusese de peste ocean, de acas\u0103: sarmale congelate, carne de mici, o bucat\u0103 mare de sl\u0103nin\u0103 \u0219i ni\u0219te jum\u0103ri. \u201eCine dracu’ m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 a\u0219a ceva la noi? Ni\u0219te sl\u0103nin\u0103 mi-ar trebui, s\u0103 mearg\u0103 cu dieta mea hiperproteic\u0103\u2026 nimic nu \u0219tie despre mine femeia asta?\u201d Apoi ne-am a\u0219ezat la o cafea, \u0219i s\u0103 ne delect\u0103m cu o dr\u0103g\u0103la\u0219\u0103 \u0219i inofensiv\u0103 b\u00e2rf\u0103 de familie. Oscilam \u00eentre bucuria de a bea cafeaua cu mama mea dup\u0103 at\u00e2ta timp \u0219i o greutate imens\u0103 ce o purtam pe umeri, \u00eencerc\u00e2nd s\u0103 fiu o persoan\u0103 pe care mama o \u00een\u021belege \u0219i o cunoa\u0219te, dar care nu mai sunt eu. C\u00e2nd, \u00een cele din urm\u0103, dup\u0103 o zi plin\u0103, s-a dus la culcare, mi-am luat \u0219i eu cartea de pe noptier\u0103 \u0219i m-am scuturat de critica Celui Care \u0218tie Mai Bine, \u00eentr-o \u00eencercare de a m\u0103 prinde de marginea pr\u0103pastiei, ancorat\u0103 \u00een eu cea de acum, ca s\u0103 nu alunec ireversibil \u00een eul cel de atunci.<\/p>\n
Zilele s-au scurs apoi \u00eentr-un amestec de drag \u0219i enervare, ca o melas\u0103 consistent\u0103. Ca o umbr\u0103, p\u0103rerea insistent\u0103 a mamei m\u0103 urm\u0103rea ne\u00eencetat, la cump\u0103r\u0103turi, \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, pe sc\u0103ri, c\u00e2nd f\u0103ceam curat \u00een cas\u0103: \u201e\u00ce\u021bi aminte\u0219ti oare, mam\u0103, c\u00e2nd \u00eemi spuneai c\u00e2nd eram mic\u0103 c\u0103-s sensibil\u0103 \u0219i prea timid\u0103? Acum \u0219tiu s\u0103 le fac pe toate singur\u0103, de ce nu m\u0103 vezi?\u201d. C\u00e2nd ne-am dus s\u0103 ne plimb\u0103m pe Fifth Avenue \u0219i-a amintit ce frumos e pe Lipscani, iar c\u00e2nd am ie\u0219it la cafea \u00een Central Park, ce mult se distra cu prietenele pe lacul din IOR.<\/p>\n
Pe miercuri, diminea\u021ba devreme, m\u0103 apucasem s\u0103 preg\u0103tesc micul dejun \u2013\u00a0 s\u0103n\u0103tos, nutritiv, cu multe afine. \u201eCe bine i-ar prinde \u0219i ei s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nce mai s\u0103n\u0103tos, \u0219i-ar lungi via\u021ba.\u201d Mi-a pierit orice poft\u0103 s\u0103 aduc argumente \u00een favoarea s\u0103n\u0103t\u0103\u021bii c\u00e2nd a pufnit dispre\u021buitor \u0219i mi-a zis c\u0103 ov\u0103zul e pentru a hr\u0103ni caii, nu oamenii.<\/p>\n
O s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103 mai t\u00e2rziu, \u00een fa\u021ba controlului de securitate din aeroportul JFK, ne ofeream \u00eembr\u0103\u021bi\u0219\u0103rile de desp\u0103r\u021bire. C\u00e2nd fiecare binecuv\u00e2nta momentul instal\u0103rii preasl\u0103vitei rutine \u00eenapoi \u00een vie\u021bile noastre, c\u00e2nd ne bucuram tacit c\u0103 se \u00eentoarce fiecare la casa ei, unde fiecare poate fi st\u0103p\u00e2n\u0103 pe deplin, mi-a g\u00e2dilat nasul mirosul p\u0103rului nins de vreme al mamei. A adus cu el aroma de dulcea\u021b\u0103 de prune \u0219i de cozonac proasp\u0103t \u00eenainte de Cr\u0103ciun, colindele din ajun \u0219i nop\u021bile cu Denie de dinainte de Pa\u0219te; vacan\u021bele la mare c\u00e2nd ne trezeam la 4 diminea\u021ba s\u0103 ajungem cu vreme pe plaj\u0103 \u0219i s\u0103 nu prindem c\u0103ldur\u0103 pe autostrad\u0103, c\u0103 n-aveam aer condi\u021bionat. Muzica la radio din buc\u0103t\u0103rie c\u00e2nd mama g\u0103tea pilaf \u0219i supa de pui dintr-un foc, s\u0103 nu iroseasc\u0103 nimic din puiul de la \u021bar\u0103. Nucul b\u0103tr\u00e2n de care at\u00e2rna agale leag\u0103nul construit de tata \u0219i stiva de pepeni de la bunica din curte. Mama, \u00een fusta de m\u0103tase \u0219i p\u0103rul f\u0103cut permanent. Aroma dulce a unei copil\u0103rii ce m-a marcat \u00een atatea feluri.<\/p>\n
\u201eNe revedem cur\u00e2nd, mam\u0103,\u201d \u00eemi zice cu lacrimi \u00een ochi. M\u0103 uit la ea l\u0103crim\u00e2nd la r\u00e2ndul meu \u0219i dau din cap, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 zic nimic, z\u00e2mbind amar \u0219i totodat\u0103 plin de drag.<\/p>\n
N-am plecat imediat, am r\u0103mas acolo privind-o pe mama din spate, plec\u00e2nd la bra\u021b cu mine cea de atunci. Am r\u0103mas acolo mult timp, p\u00e2n\u0103 c\u00e2nd mama s-a pierdut \u00een mul\u021bimea dens\u0103.<\/p>\n
Ne vedem cur\u00e2nd, mam\u0103?\u2026<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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