here<\/strong><\/a><\/em><\/p>\nTavanul e acoperit cu izola\u0163ie roz bonbon \u015fi o\u00a0folie de plastic semitransparent\u0103. Sub folie, doi \u015foareci se plimb\u0103\u00a0de parc\u0103 ar fi pe patinoar. Ciudat s\u0103 observi lumea de sus, privind\u00a0prin oglinda unei ape dozate s\u0103 fie schimbat\u0103 ciclic. \u00cemi \u0163in r\u0103suflarea, pentru c\u0103 nu vreau s\u0103 pierd\u00a0acest spectacol. \u00a0Izola\u0163ia de vat\u0103 se transform\u0103 \u00eentr-o Pia\u0163\u0103 Ro\u015fie cu turnuri glazate \u00een aur, turquoise \u015fi verde banan. Cei din ea, se uit\u0103 c\u0103tre mine \u00een sus, de parc\u0103 a\u015f fi baronul Munchausen. Nimeni nu z\u00e2mbe\u015fte. Z\u00e2mbetul este considerat un sindrom. Ca s\u0103 z\u00e2mbim, avem nevoie de un\u00a0motiv serios, dac\u0103 se poate, de o sticl\u0103 de vodc\u0103 pe mas\u0103. Timpul\u00a0zboar\u0103. Devine elastic. \u00a0Dar ce-\u0163i pas\u0103? \u00a0Nu e\u015fti \u00een stare s\u0103 fii punctual\u0103. \u00cent\u00e2lnirea din Pia\u0163a Ro\u015fie\u00a0este la 4.00 PM. Te v\u0103d pe partea cealalt\u0103 a pie\u0163ei sub piciorul\u00a0\u015foricelului absent. Stai \u015fi a\u015ftep\u0163i s\u0103 treac\u0103 timpul. Este un joc al\u00a0puterii, mo\u015ftenit de la Petru cel Mare. Da, vrei s\u0103 \u00eemi ar\u0103\u0163i c\u0103 rupi\u00a0orice regul\u0103, inclusiv cele pe care le faci tu \u00eensu\u0163i. A fi direct \u015fi onest, cere o doz\u0103 de ciob\u0103nie.\u00a0
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Vii la \u00eent\u00e2lnire cu o or\u0103 \u00eent\u00e2rziere \u015fi \u00eemi dai o palm\u0103. De emo\u0163ie. \u00a0Pentru c\u0103 a\u015fa ai fost obi\u015fnuit\u0103. Dup\u0103 aceea m\u0103 alin\u0163i, m\u0103 tulburi, m\u0103 dezorientezi. Acas\u0103 ne a\u015fteapt\u0103 o mas\u0103 preg\u0103tit\u0103 cu bun\u0103t\u0103\u0163i, icre negre, telemea, cozonac, somon afumat \u015fi o sticl\u0103 de vodc\u0103 transpir\u00e2nd ispititor. Ai un bunic \u00eemp\u0103iat, a\u015fezat pe un\u00a0scaun de nuiele, o familie g\u0103l\u0103gioas\u0103, vesel\u0103 \u015fi agitat\u0103, care m\u0103\u00a0\u00eempinge s\u0103 m\u0103n\u00e2nc de parc\u0103 am fi pe front. \u00a0Apoi cazi pe g\u00e2nduri \u015fi te ui\u0163i pe fereastr\u0103 la pomul din curte. \u00a0 N-ai vorbit mult timp. Pentru c\u0103 sunt un str\u0103in. Te-am \u00eentrebat dac\u0103 exist\u0103 o strad\u0103 Miciurin \u00een Moscova \u015fi te-ai uitat prin mine. \u00a0Ochii, c\u0103zu\u0163i pe rama de jos a pleoapelor. Semn c\u0103 sufletul, prea ocupat\u00a0cu sine, a tras obloanele. Trecerea la conversa\u0163ie a fost\u00a0direct\u0103, lipsit\u0103 de orice leg\u0103tura.<\/p>\n
“Cravata” ai spus, de parc\u0103 ne cuno\u015fteam de-o via\u0163\u0103.
\n“Oh, ye, am cump\u0103rat-o cu cinci dolari \u00een New York”\u00a0
\n“Vezi, \u015fi v\u0103 mira\u0163i de ce v\u0103 vorbe\u015fte lumea”.\u00a0<\/p>\n
Deodat\u0103, totul devenise “noi ” \u015fi “voi”. Dar de ce m\u0103 mir? Am crescut \u00een universuri diferite. Nu r\u00e2dem la acelea\u015fi bancuri, c\u00e2nd vezi lumea st\u00e2nd la coad\u0103, te pui la r\u00e2nd f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u00eentrebi ce se vinde. Eu, trec mai departe. Pentru c\u0103 am fost obi\u015fnuit cu abunden\u0163a. Sunt atras de un Dollar Store sau un Garage Sale, motiv pentru care ai s\u0103 m\u0103 consideri tot timpul un zg\u00e2rcit. C\u00e2nd \u0163i-am scris c\u0103 am g\u0103sit un bilet de avion cu zece dolari mai ieftin, nu mi-ai r\u0103spuns zece zile.<\/p>\n
“At\u00e2t merit eu, zece dolari?”\u00a0<\/p>\n
Un fir de p\u0103r a c\u0103zut \u00een ap\u0103 \u015fi imaginea din oglind\u0103 ei s-a\u00a0voalat. \u00a0Diferen\u0163e culturale. Mai bine nu vorbesc despre bani. Prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am atins acest subiect, m-ai \u00eentrebat c\u00e2t fac pe or\u0103. A\u015fa din\u00a0senin, de parc\u0103 ai fi \u00eentrebat c\u00e2t consum\u0103 o ma\u015fin\u0103 la sut\u0103 de\u00a0kilometri. Apoi, vorbind despre taxe, ai str\u00e2mbat din nas :<\/p>\n
“Alt motiv\u00a0mistic, s\u0103 nu m\u0103 invi\u0163i la Bolshoi?”<\/p>\n
De c\u00e2nd ai aflat c\u0103 m\u00e2ncarea\u00a0pentru c\u00e2ine m\u0103 cost\u0103 120 de dolari pe lun\u0103, orice discu\u0163ie despre pre\u0163uri a fost raportat\u0103 la ea. \u00a0Apoi a venit criza. La televizor rula Titanic. Eu, un pasager pe\u00a0puntea de sus, care arunc\u0103 copiii peste bord. Tu, \u00eenchis\u0103 f\u0103r\u0103 sc\u0103pare, undeva pe puntea de jos. Condamnat\u0103 de soart\u0103 s\u0103 mori \u00eenghi\u0163it\u0103 de ape. Dou\u0103 zile ai pl\u00e2ns \u00eendelung \u00een bra\u0163ele bunicului \u00eemp\u0103iat…\u00a0<\/p>\n
“Chiar trebuie s\u0103-\u0163i vad\u0103 lumea sf\u00e2rcurile prin bluz\u0103?”
\nAi s\u0103rit cu gura pe mine de parc\u0103 atacam Mama Rusia. Faci tot timpul\u00a0compara\u0163ii \u00eentre noi \u015fi voi, dar nu supor\u0163i nici o observa\u0163ie din\u00a0partea mea. Un lucru m-a ridicat totu\u015fi \u00een ochii t\u0103i. \u00a0Dup\u0103 borscht, la cel de-al patrulea pahar de vodc\u0103, am luat sticla\u00a0de pe mas\u0103. \u0162i-am sim\u0163it privirea alunec\u00e2nd pe m\u00e2nec\u0103 \u015fi te-am\u00a0privit pe nea\u015fteptate \u00een ochi. Ai tres\u0103rit u\u015for, de parc\u0103 doreai s\u0103 scuturi din minte un g\u00e2nd persistent. Apoi, \u0163i-ai \u00eendreptat privirea \u00een\u00a0jos. Aveai nevoie de un b\u0103rbat puternic, care s\u0103 domine situa\u0163ia.\u00a0
\n\u00a0
\n“Nas Darovia !!!” M-am ridicat brusc \u00een picioare \u015fi i-am privit pe\u00a0cei de la mas\u0103 \u00een t\u0103cere. Un moment apreciat c\u0103 for\u0163\u0103 de caracter. \u00a0Am pus sticla la gur\u0103 \u015fi am sorbit-o dintr-o singur\u0103 \u00eenghi\u0163itur\u0103. \u00a0Am tr\u00e2ntit-o la podea \u015fi cioburile ei au s\u0103rit \u00een toate direc\u0163iile.
\nKallinka, Kalinka, Kalinka Maya… Kallinka, Kalinka, Kalinka Maya.
\nAm dansat p\u00e2n\u0103 noaptea t\u00e2rziu. Vecinii au \u00eenceput s\u0103 bat\u0103 cu m\u0103tura\u00a0\u00een tavan, \u015fi nu ne-am oprit dec\u00e2t atunci c\u00e2nd au aruncat un ghiveci\u00a0de flori prin geam.\u00a0
\n\u00a0
\n“Larry, spune-mi c\u0103 iube\u015fti Rusia, Larry” mi-ai spus cu respira\u0163ia\u00a0fierbinte \u015fi ochii arz\u0103tori. Camera se \u00eenv\u00e2rtea cu noi. \u00a0 Te-am luat \u00een\u00a0bra\u0163e \u015fi te-am s\u0103rutat p\u0103tima\u015f pe gur\u0103. Am f\u0103cut dragoste pe masa din\u00a0sufragerie printre farfurii de m\u0103sline \u015fi tarte de c\u0103p\u015funi. Ai lovit\u00a0vaza de flori cu cotul, \u015fi apa ei s-a prelins peste s\u00e2nii t\u0103i \u00eencorda\u0163i\u00a0de patim\u0103. M-am lovit cu capul de candelabru, dar nu mai sim\u0163eam\u00a0nimic. Desenam un romb \u00eentre picioarele tale. Eram \u00een r\u0103zboi…\u00a0<\/p>\n
Cea mai mare realizare din copil\u0103ria mea a fost s\u0103 fluier printre\u00a0din\u0163i. S\u0103 faci dragoste \u015fi s\u0103 fluieri, sun\u0103 bizar. Cred c\u0103 geamul spart \u015fi perdeaua ridicat\u0103 de v\u00e2nt sunt de vin\u0103. Te-ai \u00eencordat ca un arc \u015fi mi-ai acoperit buzele cu un s\u0103rut.
\n\u00a0
\n“Nu, nu e bine s\u0103 fluieri Larry, c\u0103 \u00eemi fluieri banii”.<\/p>\n
Era prima dat\u0103 c\u00e2nd am realizat c\u00e2t de supersti\u0163ioas\u0103 e\u015fti. F\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 vreau, m-am uitat la bunicul \u00eemp\u0103iat din col\u0163ul camerei. Cineva a pus pe genunchii s\u0103i o p\u0103tur\u0103. Oglinda era acoperit\u0103 cu steagul Rusiei. Spatele meu era sf\u00e2\u015fiat. \u00a0 \u015eoriceii din Pia\u0163a Ro\u015fie au \u00eenceput s\u0103 fac\u0103 slalomuri. Poate c\u0103 au\u00a0\u015fi ei un “rush hour”. Cel mai simplu, ar fi s\u0103 scot folia de plastic, \u00a0\u015fi patinoarul lor s-a dus. Dar nu pot s\u0103 fac asta. A\u015f distruge o realitate \u00eempachetat\u0103\u00a0special pentru noi. \u015ei totu\u015fi, nu sunt sigur. \u00cen\u00a0schimb, tu \u00eentotdeauna ai fost sigur\u0103. \u00a0Argumentele noastre se sf\u00e2r\u015fesc ca \u00een Jurassic Park. Tu un\u00a0parc, eu un dinozaur. A\u015fa e\u015fti tu. Singurul\u00a0lucru care nu se schimb\u0103, este sticla de vodc\u0103 \u015fi bunicul\u00a0\u00eemp\u0103iat.<\/p>\n
“A\u015f vrea s\u0103 m\u0103 accep\u0163i pentru ceea ce sunt”\u00a0
\n\u00a0
\nMereu \u015fi mereu, aceea\u015fi poveste : \u00eemi dai\u00a0o palm\u0103 \u015fi apoi \u00eemi spui s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i cer iertare. Dup\u0103 care arunci cu\u00a0vaza, farfuriile de mu\u015ftar \u015fi paharele. \u00a0Paharele. Asta respect! \u00a0Cioburile aduc noroc \u015fi re\u00eennoire. Mereu avem nevoie de \u00eennoire.\u00a0<\/p>\n
” Larry, nu-i a\u015fa c\u0103 o s\u0103 m\u0103 ier\u0163i? ”<\/p>\n
Este imposibil s\u0103 zic nu. Cum s\u0103 m\u0103 lupt cu o Katiu\u015fa? \u00a0 \u00centotdeauna am admirat asta la tine. Vremea, Siberia, c\u0103derea\u00a0Stalingradului ? C\u00e2nd ne urc\u0103m \u00een taxi, te pui pe scaunul de l\u00e2ng\u0103 \u015fofer \u015fi \u00a0nu-mi r\u0103m\u00e2ne dec\u00e2t s\u0103 c\u00e2rpesc conversa\u0163ia la stopuri. Dar cum am mai zis, sunt un b\u0103rbat care \u015ftie s\u0103 \u00ee\u015fi \u0163in\u0103 udul.<\/p>\n
“Totu\u015fi, serios, ce ai g\u0103sit la mine? ” am \u00eentrebat \u00eentr-o zi.\u00a0
\n“Dac\u0103 crezi cumva c\u0103 m-au interesat banii, te \u00een\u015feli” mi-ai\u00a0spus \u00een timp ce \u00ee\u0163i pictai unghiile cu oj\u0103.
\n“Ai nevoie de un b\u0103rbat, sau de o \u0163ar\u0103?”
\n“Nie ponimaio pa ruski” ai r\u0103spuns, sufl\u00e2nd peste unghii.\u00a0<\/p>\n
“\u015ei, mai trage odat\u0103 apa!”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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