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MOTTO:<\/strong><\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cDe uitat, nu putem chiar daca am vrea! Uitarea sau memoria nu stau \u00een puterea voin\u0163ei noastre. Acestea sunt \u00eensu\u015firi ale intelectului rom\u00e2nesc care lucreaz\u0103 independent de noi, \u00eenc\u00e2t a spune c\u0103 uit\u0103m, putem spune teoretic, dar \u00een fond, nu uit\u0103m. Dar a te r\u0103zbuna pe r\u0103ul din trecut, aceasta deja depinde de voin\u0163a noastr\u0103.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Antonie Pl\u0103m\u0103deal\u0103<\/em><\/p>\n \u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Chem\u0103ri tainice<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n Sucevi\u0163a! Un loc mirific care atrage \u015fi vr\u0103je\u015fte. Locul unde glasul str\u0103bun m\u0103 cheam\u0103. O chemare tainic\u0103<\/em>…<\/strong><\/p>\n Aproape de Sf\u00e2nta M\u0103n\u0103stirea Sucevi\u0163a, pe o strad\u0103 l\u0103turalnic\u0103, avea casa bunica mea Trandafira, mama tatei.<\/strong><\/p>\n Am v\u0103zut-o, o singur\u0103 dat\u0103\u2026A fost una dintre pu\u0163inele mele zile fericite din copil\u0103rie.<\/strong><\/p>\n Era iarn\u0103! Iarna superb\u0103 a copil\u0103riei mele, cand am sim\u0163it c\u0103ldura bunicii.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0Am invidiat \u00eentotdeauna copii care au avut parte de bunici. Neavandu-i, \u00eei c\u0103utam. \u00cei caut \u015fi acum prin documente vechi, ref\u0103c\u00e2ndu-le drumul umbrit de tulbur\u0103toarele vremuri, sau \u00een apropierea Sfin\u0163ilor P\u0103rin\u0163i…<\/strong><\/p>\n Trandafira n\u0103scut\u0103 \u00eentr-o familie de buni gospodari, cu mul\u0163i frati, c-un sim\u0163 al umorului dezarmant, \u015fi-a tr\u0103it copilaria pe valea Sucevi\u0163ei.<\/strong><\/p>\n Fra\u0163ii, buni v\u00e2n\u0103tori, unii dintre ei r\u0103spunz\u00e2nd de p\u0103durile din zon\u0103, fetele \u015fugube\u0163e, chiar mergeau \u00eempreun\u0103 la pescuit de p\u0103str\u0103v. Una dintre surori, Eugenia, era cea mai priceput\u0103 \u00een a prinde pe\u015ftele cu m\u00e2na. Varvara era mereu vesel\u0103, \u015fi m\u0103 a\u015ftepta cu ulcioare cu chi\u015fleac.<\/strong><\/p>\n La vremea mariti\u015fului, doar Trandafira, bunica, a decis s\u0103 mearg\u0103 dup\u0103 so\u0163ul ei, Gavril\u0103, \u00een Banila pe Siret. Rom\u00e2nia era \u00eentreag\u0103. Nu existau ghimpii otravitori de suflete\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n Bunica iubea stup\u0103ritul, \u015fi cred c\u0103 f\u0103cea mierea cea mai bun\u0103 din lume. Niciodat\u0103 nu a avut ocazia s\u0103 ne dea s\u0103 degust\u0103m din bun\u0103tatea dacic\u0103\u2026Nu \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103tor vestigii istorice au fost descoperite \u00een Bucovina.<\/strong><\/p>\n Aveau o gospod\u0103rie frumoas\u0103, nelipsindu-le nimic \u00eenainte de a \u00eencepe urgia neamului.<\/strong><\/p>\n Din cauza opresiunilor s-au hot\u0103r\u00e2t s\u0103 se refugieze \u00een \u0162ara Mam\u0103<\/em>. Nu puteau accepta str\u0103inul \u00een b\u0103t\u0103tur\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n Energic\u0103, \u015fi-a luat b\u0103iatul cel mic, pe Ioan, tat\u0103l meu, hot\u0103r\u00e2t\u0103 s\u0103 ocoleasc\u0103 r\u0103ul.<\/strong><\/p>\n Era haos. Nimeni nu \u015ftia ce are de f\u0103cut. Aproape de grani\u0163\u0103, Trandafira aflase c\u0103 b\u0103iatul cel mare, r\u0103mas s\u0103 lupte pentru p\u0103strarea identit\u0103\u0163ii, a fost \u00eempu\u015fcat. Nu \u015fi-a continuat drumul. \u015etia c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 \u00een sat s\u0103-\u015fi \u00eengroape cre\u015ftine\u015fte feciorul, pe Vasile. Nu a mai putut reveni \u00een \u0163ar\u0103…Nici nu \u015ftiu daca are o cruce la c\u0103p\u0103t\u00e2i…<\/strong><\/p>\n Ioan, cu mare greutate a ajuns la Voivodeasa. Era foamete \u00een Moldova. St\u00e2nd mai mult ascuns prin p\u0103duri, avea grija de rudele sale, de a-i aproviziona cu hran\u0103 \u015fi lemne. To\u0163i fra\u0163ii Trandafirei r\u0103m\u0103seser\u0103 \u00een sat.<\/strong><\/p>\n S-a sim\u0163it h\u0103ituit…A plecat …s-a l\u0103sat \u00een voia lui Dumnezeu. A\u015fa a ajuns \u00een acel sat c\u0103r\u0103\u015fan unde a cunoscut-o pe mama.<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00cent\u00e2lnirea lor, o binecuv\u00e2ntare cereasc\u0103.<\/strong><\/p>\n Niciodat\u0103 nu a dorit s\u0103 ne povesteasc\u0103 urgia prin care a trecut.<\/strong><\/p>\n T\u0103cut, a\u015ftepta po\u015fta\u015ful, s\u0103-i aduc\u0103 ve\u015fti despre mama sa, care nu a mai putut pleca din spa\u0163iul ocupat.<\/strong><\/p>\n Trandafira, bunica, \u00a0o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 a putut veni \u00een \u0163ar\u0103. Am asistat \u00eencremenit\u0103 la acea \u00eent\u00e2lnire dintre mam\u0103 \u015fi fiu.Tat\u0103l venise acas\u0103 diminea\u0163a dup\u0103 tura de noapte. Nu \u015ftia nimic. Dup\u0103 zeci de ani \u015fi-a putut \u00eembr\u0103\u0163i\u015fa mama.<\/strong><\/p>\n Bunica era frumoas\u0103! Cea mai frumoas\u0103! Avea un p\u0103r lung, \u015fi-n cosi\u0163e erau ascunse ceasuri pentru noi. \u201cV\u0103muirea\u201d era grea a\u015fa ca vremurile…Fiecare ceas un pas \u00een timp, o secund\u0103, o clip\u0103, o ve\u015fnicie…Acele ceasuri s\u0103 fi reprezentat anii de suferin\u0163\u0103 ai mo\u015filor mei? Tic\u0103itul lor singuratic s\u0103 fi fost bocet? Tic-tac\u2026tic-tac\u2026o secund\u0103, un minut, ore, decenii, m\u0103surate \u00een acel tic\u0103it dureros…<\/strong><\/p>\n \u00a0\u00cemi adusese bunica \u015fi o \u00a0p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103, mare, blond\u0103, cu p\u0103rul \u00eempletit. Era cea mai frumoas\u0103 p\u0103pu\u015f\u0103 pe care o primisem vreodat\u0103…<\/strong><\/p>\n Venise mili\u0163ia acas\u0103 pentru a verifica dac\u0103 bunica, se afla la noi, c\u00e2t va sta \u015fi ce are de g\u00e2nd… O \u00a0metod\u0103 obi\u015fnuit\u0103 de a intimida. La \u00eenceput nu \u015ftiam de ce se procedeaz\u0103 a\u015fa…\u00a0 \u00a0Mai t\u00e2rziu am \u00een\u0163eles \u00eens\u0103\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n C\u00e2nd bunica a plecat din via\u0163a aceasta spre alta, poate mult mai dreapt\u0103, tata nu a putut merge s\u0103 o conduc\u0103 pe ultimul drum…Atunci mi-am v\u0103zut pentru prima dat\u0103 tata \u00eenl\u0103crimat. ..\u00ce\u015fi pl\u00e2ngea p\u0103rin\u0163ii…<\/strong><\/p>\n Mariana Gurza<\/strong><\/p>\n <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" MOTTO: \u00a0 \u201cDe uitat, nu putem chiar daca am vrea! 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