{"id":3750,"date":"2010-04-25T04:35:50","date_gmt":"2010-04-25T02:35:50","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=3750"},"modified":"2010-06-18T08:44:00","modified_gmt":"2010-06-18T06:44:00","slug":"coda","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=3750","title":{"rendered":"Coda"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: right\">de Fabian Anton (Romania)<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: right\"><em>for the English version, click <\/em><em><strong><a href=\"http:\/\/egophobia.ro\/?p=4954\">here<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n<p>Totul a pornit dintr-o prostie. Ca orice poveste mi\u015fto adic\u0103. Sau ca orice rela\u0163ie fain\u0103. Totul a pornit dintr-o prostie \u015fi, trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015ftept. Era sortit s\u0103 se \u00eencheie proste\u015fte. A\u015fa se \u00eent\u00eempl\u0103 mereu. Toate rela\u0163iile mi\u015fto \u00eencep aiurea \u015fi se termin\u0103 ca dracu&#8217; \u00een t\u0103cere.<!--more--><\/p>\n<p>Deci.<br \/>\n\u00a0<br \/>\nEra sear\u0103, de fapt chiar noapte, c\u0103 trecuse de ora 11. M\u0103 v\u0103zusem cu Dia \u015fi cu toat\u0103 ga\u015fca ei de descreiera\u0163i. N-aveam nici un chef s\u0103 merg, dar au tot insistat \u015fi p\u00een&#8217; la urm\u0103 am zis de ce nu, \u00eemi bag picioarele&#8230; \u015ei m-am dus&#8230;<br \/>\nAcum, \u015ftii prea bine, orice om normal nu rezist\u0103 mai mult de dou\u0103 ore \u00een atmosfera asta&#8230; Nu-i vorba c\u0103 Dia este na\u015fpa, nu, nici g\u00eend, mai ales c\u0103 nu ne mai v\u0103zusem de un car de ani \u015fi ne-a luat vreo trei ore s\u0103 ne amintim toate t\u00eempeniile posibile pe care doream s\u0103 ni le spunem&#8230; M\u0103 rog&#8230; Nu-i vorba deci de asta&#8230; \u00cens\u0103 nu rezi\u015fti, pur \u015fi simplu&#8230; Unde mai pui c\u0103 dac\u0103 pe l\u00eeng\u0103 ea se mai nimere\u015fte c\u00eete un Raul sau Mike s-a dus totul pe apa s\u00eembetei&#8230;<br \/>\nEi bine, \u00een seara aceea a\u015fa a fost. Toat\u0103 ga\u015fca \u00een p\u0103r.<br \/>\nAm rezistat vreo cinci ore. Aproape \u015fase. Apoi m-am c\u0103rat (<em>Pup Dia, pup fetele, \u0163oc \u0163oc Raul, Mike ia naibii m\u00eena de pe fundu&#8217; meu<\/em>, etc., etc., etc.)<br \/>\nSe f\u0103cuse vreo 11 \u015fi ceva.<\/p>\n<p>Deci.<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0Am pornit troila spre cas\u0103, a\u015fa cum porne\u015fte spre cas\u0103 o t\u00een\u0103r\u0103 de 24 de ani \u00eentr-o noapte de var\u0103 torid\u0103 dintr-un ora\u015f infect. F\u0103r\u0103 chef. Cu c\u0103\u015ftile \u00een urechi. Cu privirea \u00een p\u0103m\u00eent \u015fi \u00een noaptea mov.<\/p>\n<p>OK.<\/p>\n<p>Trec de Unirea, las \u00een urm\u0103 Casa Eliad \u015fi ajung \u00een sta\u0163ia lui 313. Era trecut de 11 jumate, habar n-aveam dac\u0103 mai trecea vreo ma\u015fin\u0103 dar, nu \u015ftiu de ce, m-am a\u015fezat pe bordur\u0103 (cretinii \u0103ia scoseser\u0103 toate b\u0103ncile din refugiu) \u015fi m-am pus pe a\u015fteptat. \u00centr-o noapte infect\u0103 de var\u0103, c\u00eend e\u015fti singur\u0103 \u015fi te \u00eendrep\u0163i spre singur\u0103tatea camerei tale, cel mai u\u015for te scoate din spleen o melodie. D-aia de fapt \u00eemi \u015fi \u0163ineam c\u0103\u015ftile \u00een urechi. \u00cens\u0103 nimeni nu spune c\u0103 treaba asta nu \u0163ine o ve\u015fnicie \u015fi c\u0103 nu po\u0163i freca la nesf\u00eer\u015fit playlist-ul defil\u00eend \u00eentre Slayer \u015fi Motley si Judas. Nu c\u0103 nu-i fain \u00eens\u0103, mai ales pe c\u0103ldur\u0103 \u015fi-n bezn\u0103 mov, toat\u0103 zgomoteca asta, \u00een loc s\u0103 te \u00eenvioreze, \u00ee\u0163i d\u0103 o stare foarte a dracu&#8217;, ceva \u00eentre sil\u0103 \u015fi poft\u0103 de sinucidere.<\/p>\n<p>A\u015fa c\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Am virat-o spre Karaindrou \u015fi, c\u00eend nici asta nu a mai mers, mi-am \u00eenceput jocul favorit.<\/p>\n<p>Palmele lipite una de alta \u015fi \u00eentoarse cu fa\u0163a \u00een sus.<br \/>\nDac\u0103 face\u0163i asta, indiferent de or\u0103 \u015fi de chef, \u00een zori ori \u00een miez de noapte, ve\u0163i vedea c\u0103, printre milioanele de linii \u015fi liniu\u0163e ce v\u0103 br\u0103zdeaz\u0103 \u00eencheietura m\u00eeinii, palma, degetele, \u00een\u00a0 toat\u0103 nebunia asta nesemaforizat\u0103, str\u0103zi cu sens unic, uli\u0163e \u015fi bulevarde din piele \u015fi carne, doar un singur drum porne\u015fte din mijlocul palmei drepte \u015fi urc\u0103 anevoios, \u00eencet-\u00eencet, travers\u00eend palma st\u00eeng\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Urc\u0103.<br \/>\nUrc\u0103.<br \/>\nUrc\u0103.<\/p>\n<p>Ei bine, de c\u00eend eram mic\u0103, mi-am pus solda\u0163ii s\u0103 m\u0103r\u015f\u0103luiasc\u0103 pe drumul \u0103sta. \u015etii, a\u015fa&#8230; de paz\u0103. Sus, pe fiecare deget al m\u00eeinii drepte, am cl\u0103dit c\u00eete trei ora\u015fe. Pe fiecare falang\u0103 c\u00eete unul. Pe fiecare falang\u0103 c\u00eete unul cu acela\u015fi nume. Astfel am patru ora\u015fe-culori \u015fi patru ora\u015fe de scor\u0163i\u015foar\u0103 \u015fi patru ora\u015fe de ap\u0103 (astea s\u00eent cele de jos).<br \/>\nDin ora\u015fele mele, pe uli\u0163e de carne, pornesc t\u00eergove\u0163i \u015fi domni\u015foare \u00eembujorate. Pe str\u0103zi \u015fi bulevarde din piele, defileaz\u0103 \u2013 duminica, \u00een zilele ploioase \u015fi \u00een s\u0103rb\u0103torile legale \u2013 27 000 de clovni.<\/p>\n<p>Maria m-a \u00eentrebat odat\u0103 <em>bine fato, am \u00een\u0163eles nerozia asta, de\u015fi te \u015ftiu de c\u00eend erai copil \u015fi p\u00een\u0103 acum nu am v\u0103zut niciodat\u0103 nici t\u00eergove\u0163ii, nici domni\u015foarele, nici clovnii&#8230; Dar s\u0103 zicem&#8230; ai patru ora\u015fe, a\u015fa cum spui&#8230; \u00cens\u0103 cu degetul mare ce faci?<\/em><br \/>\nEa de unde s\u0103 \u015ftie c\u0103, la durere \u015fi la frig \u015fi la m\u00eenie, El, r\u0103m\u00eene ve\u015fnic deasupra ora\u015felor mele \u015fi a duduilor \u00eembujorate, a clovnilor \u015fi a t\u00eergove\u0163ilor?!<\/p>\n<p>\u00centr-o noapte infect\u0103 de var\u0103, c\u00eend e\u015fti singur\u0103 \u015fi te \u00eendrep\u0163i spre singur\u0103tatea camerei tale, cel mai u\u015for te scoate din spleen o melodie. C\u00eend a\u015ftep\u0163i noaptea autobuzul 313 nu cred c\u0103-\u0163i mai st\u0103 mintea la melodii, \u00eens\u0103, sincer\u0103 s\u0103 fiu, nu prea m\u0103 mai g\u00eendeam la asta. Spectacolul oferit de ora\u015fele mele era mult prea fascinant ca s\u0103 m\u0103 mai g\u00eendesc la altceva.<br \/>\nNu \u015ftiu c\u00eet am stat \u00een tov\u0103r\u0103\u015fia camarazilor mei de scor\u0163i\u015foar\u0103 \u00eens\u0103, c\u00eend a venit ma\u015fina mi-am luat ora\u015fele \u015fi clovnii \u015fi, ca un batalion instruit ce s\u00eentem, ne-am urcat si gata.<\/p>\n<p>Un b\u0103tr\u00eenel chel \u015fi miop privind undeva \u00een gol. C\u0103ma\u015f\u0103 pepit. Un pix ag\u0103\u0163at la buzunarul de la piept. Al\u0103turi c\u00eeteva foi cu un scris m\u0103runt. Un cer\u015fetor f\u0103r\u0103 un picior dar cu un acordeon pe care s\u00eent lipite etichete de bere. O melodie \u00eengrozitoare scurg\u00eendu-se din cutia Tuborg-Salitos-Ursus.<\/p>\n<p>Dincolo,<\/p>\n<p>un tip Emo cu cercel \u00een buza de jos \u015fi cu tentaculele \u00een jurul unei gagici (iubita lui presupun). O garoaf\u0103 ofilit\u0103 rotindu-se \u00eentre degetele lunguie\u0163e ale tipei.<\/p>\n<p>Sus,<\/p>\n<p>\u00a0ceasul (00.27) \u015fi obi\u015fnuitul \u201e<em>se retrage<\/em>\u201c. Flora \u015fi fauna autobuzului 313 \u00een miez de noapte.<br \/>\nM\u0103 ridic, <em>scuza\u0163i v\u0103 rog<\/em>. Genunchii oso\u015fi ai babal\u00eecului chel str\u00een\u015fi ca s\u0103-mi fac\u0103 loc. Privirea mioap\u0103 a babal\u00eecului chel lipit\u0103 de fundul meu.<br \/>\n<em>Scuza\u0163i v\u0103 rog<\/em>!<\/p>\n<p>A\u015fa&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Palmele din nou libere.<br \/>\nOra\u015fe, deschide\u0163i-v\u0103 por\u0163ile.<br \/>\nT\u00eergove\u0163i \u015fi domni\u015foare \u00eembujorate. Dou\u0103\u015fapte de mii de clovni defil\u00eend \u00een noaptea mov . Ap\u0103 \u015fi scor\u0163i\u015foar\u0103. Culori. Litere \u015fi atingeri. \u015ei o uli\u0163\u0103, numai una, pornind din mijlocul palmei drepte \u015fi urc\u00eend anevoios, \u00eencet-\u00eencet&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>C\u00eet?<br \/>\nUnde?<br \/>\nC\u0103tre cine?<br \/>\nHabar n-am.<br \/>\nOra\u015fe, deschide\u0163i-v\u0103 por\u0163ile.<\/p>\n<p>Nu \u015ftiu c\u00eend a sosit l\u00eeng\u0103 mine. Eram ocupat\u0103 cu t\u00eergove\u0163ii mei (<em>Vede\u0163i, mai avem dou\u0103 sta\u0163ii \u015fi cobor\u00eem. Am ajuns pe Paleologu \u015fi imediat dup\u0103 intersec\u0163ie, nu la sta\u0163ia asta, la cealalt\u0103, imediat l\u00eeng\u0103 biseric\u0103, o s\u0103 cobor\u00eem&#8230; A\u015fa&#8230; S\u0103 fi\u0163i alinia\u0163i. F\u0103r\u0103 g\u0103l\u0103gie \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 m\u0103sc\u0103ri. Dup\u0103 ce ne d\u0103m jos pute\u0163i face ca to\u0163i dracii dac\u0103 vre\u0163i dar p\u00een\u0103 atunci lini\u015fte. S-a \u00een\u0163eles?<\/em>) a\u015fa c\u0103 doar am observat c\u0103 s-a oprit cineva al\u0103turi de mine. Venit de nu se \u015ftie unde. Mirosind a mosc \u015fi a ploaie. Cu un rucsac imens, verde cu ro\u015fu, \u00eenghiontindu-m\u0103 \u00een um\u0103rul drept.<\/p>\n<p>At\u00eet.<\/p>\n<p>\u00cen rest nimic pentru c\u0103 nu eram atent\u0103 dec\u00eet la solda\u0163ii mei ce trebuiau s\u0103 \u00eenchid\u0103 bine por\u0163ile ora\u015felor de scor\u0163i\u015foar\u0103 \u015fi nu aveam \u00een minte dec\u00eet drumul acela pornind din mijlocul palmei drepte \u015fi urc\u00eend anevoios, \u00eencet-\u00eencet&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Unde?<br \/>\nUnde?<br \/>\nUnde?<\/p>\n<p>Dintr-un difuzor nenorocit s-a auzit o voce pi\u0163ig\u0103iat\u0103 cu<em> urmeaz\u0103 sta\u0163ia<\/em>&#8230; U\u015file s-au deschis. Solda\u0163ii nu mi\u015fcau \u00een front. T\u00eergove\u0163ii a\u015fteptau comanda mea. O clip\u0103 aerul rece al nop\u0163ii pe obrazul meu \u015fi prin p\u0103r.<\/p>\n<p>\u015ei.<\/p>\n<p>C\u00eend u\u015file s-au \u00eenchis, c\u00eend nenorocitul \u0103la de geam s-a pus iar \u00een fa\u0163a ochilor mei, chipul lui. \u015ei z\u00eembetul. \u015ei, lipit\u0103 de geamul soios, palma lui. \u015ei drumul, pornind din mijlocul palmei mele \u015fi urc\u00eend anevoios, \u00eencet-\u00eencet, p\u00een\u0103 dincolo de geam, printre alte 12 ora\u015fe necunoscute, burguri de carne \u015fi piele. \u015ei noapte.<\/p>\n<p>Dia voia s\u0103 mergem la munte. El n-ar fi vrut dar i-am cam stat pe cap atunci \u015fi l-am convins. Sincer\u0103 s\u0103 fiu nici eu nu prea aveam chef dar am f\u0103cut-o mai mult pentru Dia.<br \/>\nCretinul de Mike o l\u0103sase cu ochii \u00een soare \u015fi vreo 4 luni aproape nici nu mai ie\u015fise din cas\u0103 dup\u0103 povestea asta. A\u015fa c\u0103 \u00eentr-o diminea\u0163\u0103 am sunat-o \u015fi, dup\u0103 un <em>ce faci fato<\/em> \u015fi alt\u0103 or\u0103 jumate de baliverne i-am zis <em>hai s\u0103 ne c\u0103r\u0103m undeva<\/em>.<br \/>\n<em>Unde<\/em>? zice. Am v\u0103zut c\u0103 poate prinde totu\u015fi ceva a\u015fa c\u0103 am continuat. Partea proast\u0103 era c\u0103 la ora aceea nu aveam nimic \u00een cap. Sincer vorbind aveam chef de o ie\u015fire \u00een ora\u015f a\u015fa, ca \u00eentre fete, o teras\u0103, apoi un film, dou\u0103 pahare de Cola, dou\u0103 pungi cu Popcorn&#8230; m\u0103 rog&#8230; tot ritualul. Dia \u00eens\u0103 a zis la munte. \u015ei, fiindc\u0103 nu aveam chef ca apoi s\u0103 dea \u00eenapoi, la munte a r\u0103mas. El n-ar fi vrut dar i-am cam stat pe cap atunci \u015fi l-am convins. A\u015fa c\u0103 a urmat tot rahatul obi\u015fnuit. Hainele. Revista cu integrame. Acumulatorii. IPod-ul. Aparatul foto. El n-ar fi vrut dar i-am cam stat pe cap atunci \u015fi l-am convins.<\/p>\n<p>Drumul spre S\u00eemb\u0103ta a fost OK.<\/p>\n<p>Poate pu\u0163in\u0103 c\u0103ldur\u0103 dar cred c\u0103 eram \u015fi noi \u00eenfierb\u00eentate de at\u00eeta c\u00eentat \u015fi de at\u00eeta bere \u015fi de at\u00eeta My Chemical Romance. C\u00eend am ajuns, ne-am l\u0103sat bagajele la cabana de l\u00eeng\u0103 m\u0103n\u0103stire, ne-am tirat la mas\u0103 \u015fi apoi, a\u015fa, de siest\u0103 cum zic babacii, am urcat pu\u0163in pe munte.<\/p>\n<p>U\u015for.<\/p>\n<p>M\u00een\u0103 \u00een m\u00een\u0103. Ora\u015f l\u00eeng\u0103 ora\u015f. Mai ales c\u0103 batalioanele mele de t\u00eergove\u0163i erau de acum obi\u015fnuite cu noile drumuri \u015fi noile arome.<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 Pot s\u0103 te \u00eentreb ceva?<br \/>\nSe ridic\u0103 \u015fi \u00ee\u015fi trece u\u015for m\u00eena prin p\u0103r.<br \/>\nApoi, de l\u00eeng\u0103 geam, privindu-m\u0103 rece, rostogolind \u00eentre degete o \u0163igaret\u0103 sub\u0163ire.<br \/>\n\u2013 Tu \u015ftiai?<br \/>\nAm privit-o.<br \/>\nT\u0103cere.<br \/>\nScrumul.<br \/>\nScrumiera.<br \/>\nT\u0103cere.<br \/>\nFac din cap semn c\u0103 nu.<br \/>\nEa se \u00eentoarce \u015fi prive\u015fte o clip\u0103 pe fereastr\u0103.<br \/>\n\u2013 Mda&#8230;<br \/>\n\u2013 Serios&#8230;<br \/>\n\u2013 Te cred.<\/p>\n<p>Un porumbel idiot rotindu-se pe pervaz.<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 Te cred. \u00cens\u0103 nu pot \u00een\u0163elege de ce. \u015ei mai ales cum naiba de nu \u0163i-ai dat seama&#8230;<br \/>\nTac. Desenez figuri cretine pe buc\u0103\u0163i de \u201eEvenimentul zilei\u201c. \u015ei pe \u015ferve\u0163ele. \u015ei pe fa\u0163a de mas\u0103.<br \/>\n\u2013 Te-a mai sunat cineva?<br \/>\nO privesc.<br \/>\n\u2013 Nu. Nimeni.<\/p>\n<p>Apoi.<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 De fapt nici eu nu am sunat pe nimeni. Nu \u015ftiu&#8230; Poate m\u0103 crezi aiurea dar&#8230; Ce s\u0103 spun? \u015ei cui? \u015ei mai ales pentru ce?<\/p>\n<p>Maria se a\u015feaz\u0103 \u00een fa\u0163a mea. Apoi se ridic\u0103, ia scrumiera \u015fi pachetul de \u0163ig\u0103ri. Trage u\u015for scaunul \u00een fa\u0163a mesei. Se a\u015feaz\u0103 din nou. \u00cen hol telefonul \u00eencepe s\u0103 sune dar n-am chef s\u0103 r\u0103spund.<br \/>\n\u2013 S\u0103 r\u0103spund eu?<br \/>\n\u00cei fac semn c\u0103 nu.<br \/>\n\u2013 Poate au vreo veste&#8230; Cine \u015ftie&#8230;<br \/>\n\u00cei fac semn c\u0103 nu.<br \/>\nEste trecut de trei.<br \/>\nMaria, din nou.<br \/>\n\u2013 Poate au vreo veste&#8230;<br \/>\nM\u0103 ridic.<br \/>\nLa ora asta s-a dus naibii vizita medical\u0103 a\u015fa c\u0103 o s\u0103 putem intra f\u0103r\u0103 probleme.<br \/>\n\u00cemi culeg haina de pe scaun.<br \/>\nApoi, c\u0103tre Maria.<br \/>\n\u2013 Nu \u015ftiu. Vom afla imediat.<br \/>\nMetalul rece al cheilor \u00een podul palmei, printre 27 000 de clovni tri\u015fti.<\/p>\n<p>\u2013 Hai.<\/p>\n<p>Mai s\u00eent doar c\u00eeteva ore \u015fi va pleca. Orice plecare trebuie \u00eent\u00eempinat\u0103 cu t\u0103cere. \u015ei cu ceai. A\u015fa spunea bunica mea, fiecare plecare trebuie primit\u0103 cu t\u0103cere \u015fi ceai. Ce fel de ceai nu \u015ftiu, niciodat\u0103 nu spunea, cred c\u0103 nici ea nu prea avea habar sau nu-\u015fi b\u0103tea capul cu asta. Ceai s\u0103 fie. \u015ei t\u0103cere.<\/p>\n<p>(\u00een c\u00eeteva ore o s\u0103 vin\u0103 zorii \u015fi o plecare. Ce combina\u0163ia dracului&#8230;)<\/p>\n<p>M\u00eeinile mele \u00een jurul c\u0103nii lui. Perfuzii. Batalioane de solda\u0163i, cirezi de clovni \u015fi t\u00eergove\u0163i \u015fi domni\u015foare palide. T\u0103cerea. Branule idiot colorate. T\u0103cerea. T\u0103cerea.<\/p>\n<p>La naiba!<span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n<p><span>\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>de Fabian Anton (Romania) for the English version, click here Totul a pornit dintr-o prostie. Ca orice poveste mi\u015fto adic\u0103. Sau ca orice rela\u0163ie fain\u0103. Totul a pornit dintr-o prostie \u015fi, trebuia s\u0103 m\u0103 a\u015ftept. Era sortit s\u0103 se \u00eencheie proste\u015fte. A\u015fa se \u00eent\u00eempl\u0103 mereu. 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