here<\/a><\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n– Mai dore\u015fte cineva o cea\u015fc\u0103 de ceai cu rom? \u00eentreb\u0103 Pista.
\n– Domnule, ne omori cu ceaiul t\u0103u! r\u00e2se t\u00e2n\u0103ra doamn\u0103 Kurzweil, de la apartamentul 7, gravid\u0103, dar \u00eentr-o superb\u0103 rochie de sear\u0103 neagr\u0103 cu paiete. L\u00e2ng\u0103 ea, slujnica \u00eencuviin\u0163\u0103 amuzat\u0103.
\n– \u015ei tot a\u015fa, noapte de noapte! complet\u0103 Feuerstein, b\u0103tr\u00e2nul evreu comerciant de cereale, de la apartamentul 2, cu imensa p\u0103l\u0103rie umbrindu-i chipul. Dac\u0103 nu ne omoar\u0103 englezii, piatra la rinichi ne pa\u015fte!
\n– Sau sf\u00e2r\u015fitul r\u0103zboiului va g\u0103si aici o cas\u0103 de alcoolici! sughi\u0163\u0103 doamna Morvay, de la apartamentul 6, \u00een hohotele celor aproape patruzeci de suflete str\u00e2nse laolalt\u0103.
\n– \u015ei, oricum, cine a mai v\u0103zut five o\u2019clock la cinci diminea\u0163a? continu\u0103 Eduard Thomas, de la apartamentul 4, proprietarul unui tux impecabil \u015fi al cl\u0103dirii.
\n– Lumea bun\u0103, \u00een timpul unui atac aerian de noapte! suger\u0103 Ilona, femeia de servici a casei \u015fi so\u0163ia portarului Pista, ap\u0103r\u00e2nd cu un ceainic plin \u00een bra\u0163ele groase.
\n– Atac aerian pe naiba! se str\u00e2mb\u0103 Coca Nistor, de la apartamentul 1. \u00cen fiecare noapte sun\u0103 alarma de dou\u0103-trei ori. \u015ei de fiecare dat\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 acum b\u0103ie\u0163ii \u0103ia au avut treab\u0103 \u00een alt\u0103 parte. Oricum, nu se poate zice c\u0103 nu avem o via\u0163\u0103 de noapte palpitant\u0103!
\n– Mda, sorbi Eduard Thomas din cea\u015fca lui \u015fi se ab\u0163inu s\u0103-i dea replica potrivit\u0103 acelui chiria\u015f care-\u015fi transformase ilegal locuin\u0163a \u00een bordel \u015fi era convins c\u0103 \u00eei duce pe to\u0163i de nas, prezent\u00e2ndu-\u015fi fetele drept veri\u015foare orfane \u015fi pe numero\u015fii lor vizitatori ca pretenden\u0163i cinsti\u0163i dar nehot\u0103r\u00e2\u0163i. Al naibii de nehot\u0103r\u00e2\u0163i.
\nPentru c\u00e2teva minute, \u00een subsolul casei se l\u0103s\u0103 lini\u015ftea. \u00cen jurul mesei lungi, din sc\u00e2nduri negeluite, locatarii cl\u0103dirii amu\u0163ir\u0103. \u00cen lumina palid\u0103 a celor c\u00e2torva opai\u0163uri, cele patruzeci de fe\u0163e se golir\u0103 de veselie. Se plictisiser\u0103 de fapt s\u0103 aud\u0103, noapte de noapte, acelea\u015fi replici, acelea\u015fi glume care \u00eei f\u0103ceau s\u0103 uite sau m\u0103car s\u0103 ignore zecile de bombardiere care treceau pe deasupra lor la mii de metri cu bur\u0163ile pline de moarte. Pe c\u00e2nd ei, acolo jos, \u00een subsolul cu podeaua de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, depindeau de un deget ap\u0103sat pe butonul declan\u015fator al trapei bombelor. A\u015fteptau a\u015fa, \u00eembr\u0103ca\u0163i \u00een cele mai bune haine, cu o cea\u015fc\u0103 de ceai \u00een fa\u0163\u0103, ca moartea s\u0103 nu-i prind\u0103 singuri \u015fi \u00een pijamale, dup\u0103 cum spusese odat\u0103 t\u00e2n\u0103ra doamn\u0103 Kurzweil, prima de regul\u0103 la acest bal.<\/p>\n
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– De data asta se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103! \u0163ip\u0103 Adel Halle, \u00eemping\u00e2ndu-le \u00een ad\u0103post pe maic\u0103-sa \u015fi pe fiic\u0103-sa.
\n\u00cen subsol se st\u00e2rni panica.
\n– Ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103? \u00eencerc\u0103 Thomas s\u0103 calmeze spiritele.
\n– Se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103! murmur\u0103 Adel, alb\u0103 ca varul. A luat foc cerul!<\/p>\n
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Ca deobicei, Adel Halle \u0163\u00e2\u015fnise din pat de cum auzise alarma aerian\u0103. Se chinuise apoi minute bune s\u0103 o \u00eencal\u0163e \u015fi pe maic\u0103-sa, b\u0103tr\u00e2na Ad\u00e9l Lanyi, \u00een timp ce fiica ei, Juliana, le striga pe am\u00e2ndou\u0103 din holul apartamentului s\u0103 se gr\u0103beasc\u0103. Dar ce s\u0103 se gr\u0103beasc\u0103? Oricum dormeau gata \u00eembr\u0103cate \u00een hainele de ora\u015f, cu pantofii alinia\u0163i l\u00e2ng\u0103 pat. B\u0103tr\u00e2nei i se umflaser\u0103 \u00eens\u0103 picioarele, a\u015fa c\u0103 nu fu ceva u\u015for s\u0103-i trag\u0103 \u00eenc\u0103l\u0163\u0103rile. Dup\u0103 asta, v\u0103duva Lanyi d\u0103duse buzna \u00een buc\u0103t\u0103rie, s\u0103-\u015fi ia o linguri\u0163\u0103.
\n– Las\u0103, Maman, c\u0103 nu arunc\u0103 \u0103ia cu confeturi! o tr\u0103sese spre u\u015f\u0103 Adel Halle.
\n– Pentru ceai, ziceam… \u00eeng\u0103imase maic\u0103-sa.
\n\u00cen timp ce coborau sc\u0103rile, cerul afar\u0103 se luminase ca ziua, dar \u00eentr-un portocaliu ireal. Erau para\u015futele luminoase aruncate de aviatorii englezi ca s\u0103 le arate \u0163intele de la sol. Imediat, bombele incendiare, ca ni\u015fte creioane lungi de o jum\u0103tate de metru \u015fi cu miez de fosfor \u00een loc de grafit, se \u00een\u015firar\u0103 ca o d\u00e2r\u0103 de foc \u00een urma p\u0103s\u0103rilor zbur\u0103toare.
\nCele trei femei ie\u015fir\u0103 \u00een curtea interioar\u0103, fugind aplecate spre aripa din fa\u0163\u0103 a imobilului, unde la subsol se afla ad\u0103postul antiaerian improvizat. \u00cel preferau pe acesta, era mai aproape \u015fi probabil mai sigur dec\u00e2t cel\u0103lalt. Cel\u0103lalt, pe care \u00eel construiser\u0103 \u00een parcul vecinilor, la Tu\u015fi neni \u00een curte. B\u0103rba\u0163ii s\u0103paser\u0103 acolo o tran\u015fee ad\u00e2nc\u0103, blindat\u0103 cu u\u015fi de dulap \u015fi t\u0103blii de pat adunate de la to\u0163i, peste care r\u0103sturnaser\u0103 un metru de p\u0103m\u00e2nt. Pentru construc\u0163ia aceasta, Adel Halle renun\u0163ase la placa din mijloc a mesei din sufragerie, care astfel nu va mai fi niciodat\u0103 de 12 persoane. Va r\u0103m\u00e2ne de 6, la fel cum saltelele unora vor dormi pe podea iar hainele altora vor c\u0103dea prad\u0103 sigur\u0103 moliilor, \u00een dulapurile lipsite de ap\u0103rare. \u015ei asta pentru c\u0103, la cel mult o lun\u0103 de la terminarea lui, ad\u0103postul din p\u0103m\u00e2nt, ros temeinic de ploaie, ap\u0103 freatic\u0103 \u015fi \u015fobolani, s-a pr\u0103bu\u015fit \u00een sine \u00eensu\u015fi mai temeinic dec\u00e2t cu ajutorul acelora care acum sc\u0103ldau noaptea \u00een lumin\u0103 chimic\u0103.
\nPrima bomb\u0103 \u015ffichiui aerul chiar deasupra celor trei femei, ateriz\u00e2nd pe un balcon f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 explodeze. O alta str\u0103punse acoperi\u015ful cl\u0103dirii de la strad\u0103, oprindu-se la etajul doi. A treia nimeri \u00een spatele lor, \u00een curtea fabricii de ciocolat\u0103. Incendiul ei cuprinse \u015fi sec\u0163ia de ambalaje. \u00cen lumina v\u00e2lv\u0103t\u0103ii, c\u00e2\u0163iva muncitori se repezir\u0103 cu g\u0103le\u0163i de nisip. Apa nu ar fi ajutat la nimic Dimpotriv\u0103, ar fi \u00eente\u0163it flac\u0103ra fosforului de o mie de ori.<\/p>\n
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– Se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103! se pr\u0103bu\u015fi Adel Halle pe podeaua subsolului.
\nThomas \u015fi Pista se gr\u0103bir\u0103 s\u0103 o ridice iar Ilona \u00eei stropi fa\u0163a cu apa rece dintr-o c\u0103ldare. Ceilal\u0163i ciulir\u0103 urechile. Degeaba, nu reu\u015feau s\u0103 disting\u0103 nimic din ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpla afar\u0103. Fumul p\u0103trunsese pe sub u\u015f\u0103, \u00eei ustura, dar at\u00e2t. Sc\u0103paser\u0103. Iar sunetul sirenelor \u00eei anun\u0163\u0103 peste un timp c\u0103 atacul se \u00eencheiase. Ilona umplu ce\u015ftile \u00eenc\u0103 o dat\u0103, \u00een timp ce Pista \u00ee\u015fi f\u0103cu curaj \u015fi ie\u015fi afar\u0103. Se \u00eentoarse cur\u00e2nd, cu un z\u00e2mbet chinuit.
\n– Domnule Thomas, incendiul de la fabric\u0103 a fost stins!
\n– Asta-i bine! \u015fopti Eduard Thomas.
\n– Doamna Morvay, o bomb\u0103 v-a c\u0103zut pe balcon!
\n– Dumnezeule! se cutremur\u0103 femeia.
\n– Din fericire, a c\u0103zut \u00een lada de gunoi \u015fi nu s-a aprins! Lada era plin\u0103 \u015fi bomba nu a avut oxigen s\u0103 ard\u0103.
\n– Dumnezeule! izbucni doamna Morvay \u00eentr-o cascad\u0103 de r\u00e2s isteric.
\n– S\u0103 m\u0103 mai reclama\u0163i data viitoare la domnul Thomas c\u0103 nu v\u0103 golesc lada de gunoi la timp… r\u00e2nji Pista.
\n– Niciodat\u0103, niciodat\u0103! s\u0103ri doamna Morvay s\u0103-l \u00eembr\u0103\u015fi\u015feze pe omul \u00een \u015for\u0163. Acesta \u00eens\u0103 continu\u0103:
\n– Iar dumneavoastr\u0103, doamna Kurzweil, va trebui s\u0103 v\u0103 \u00eemprosp\u0103ta\u0163i garderoba!
\n– Poftim?! Dar cum v\u0103…
\n– Dac\u0103 v\u0103 spun c\u0103 ave\u0163i o bomb\u0103 englezeasc\u0103 de 50 de kilograme \u00een dulapul de haine, m\u0103 crede\u0163i? Nici asta nu s-a aprins, altfel trebuia s\u0103 v\u0103 schimba\u0163i \u015fi mobila!
\nSubsolul se zgudui de r\u00e2s.
\n– Dar, relu\u0103 Pista imperturbabil, dac\u0103 dori\u0163i spectacol, pofti\u0163i cu mine!
\nLocatarii ad\u0103postului devenir\u0103 aten\u0163i. \u00ce\u015fi l\u0103sar\u0103 ce\u015ftile \u015fi \u00eel urmar\u0103 pe portar \u00een aerul calcinat al nop\u0163ii. Pista \u00eei conduse \u00een strad\u0103 p\u00e2n\u0103 la primul col\u0163. Ochii se m\u0103rir\u0103 de uimire. \u00cen cap\u0103tul de perspectiv\u0103, la nici un kilometru, fl\u0103c\u0103ri de zeci de metri \u00een\u0103l\u0163ime se hr\u0103neau din gara Timi\u015foarei.
\n– Ce frumos arde! exclam\u0103 Juliana. Acum \u00eel \u00een\u0163eleg pe Nero!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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