Cel mai frumos Rev din via\u0163a mea a fost unul din tinere\u0163e, c\u00e2nd \u00eenc\u0103 nu intrasem la teatru, locuiam la Sf\u00e2ntu Gheorghe, \u00een jude\u0163ul celor tri scaune – adic\u0103tele Covasna – \u015fi eram prieten\u0103 la cataram\u0103 cu o fat\u0103 frumoas\u0103 foc, unguroaic\u0103 temperamental\u0103 cu ochii migdala\u0163i, pe nume Tunde. Cataram\u0103 e pu\u0163in spus. Ideea e c\u0103 m\u00e2ncam \u00eempreun\u0103, dormeam \u00eempreun\u0103, visam \u00eempreun\u0103 s\u0103 ne facem actri\u0163e – nimic nu une\u015fte mai mult dou\u0103 adolescente dec\u00e2t visele lor comune! – ne duceam \u00eempreun\u0103 la teatru \u015fi prin excursii \u015fi…
\nImpedimentul unui ora\u015f mic era faptul c\u0103 ajungeai, dup\u0103 un timp, s\u0103 \u00eei cuno\u015fti pe to\u0163i, s\u0103 cuno\u015fti toate barurile \u015fi toate cluburile – alea multe, care erau \u00eentr-un ora\u015f mic, v\u0103 da\u0163i seama \ud83d\ude06 – toate g\u0103\u015ftile, \u015fi s\u0103 te sim\u0163i foarte nefericit, limitat \u015fi f\u0103r\u0103 orizont.
\n\u00cen seara de 31 decembrie (cred c\u0103 era 1998 spre 1999), ne machiam plictisite, \u015ftiind c\u0103 vom merge la un revelion banal, cu o ga\u015fc\u0103 banal\u0103 de tipi banali \u015fi vom petrece banal \u00eenceputul unui alt an banal care se va reflecta \u00een banalitatea dimine\u0163ii banale cu zori banali rev\u0103rs\u00e2ndu-se banal… (m\u0103 rog, pot continua la infinit, dar cred c\u0103 v-am sugerat un strop din elanul nostru de a merge la petrecerea respectiv\u0103.)
\nPe c\u00e2nd ie\u015feam boc-boc-boc din bloc pe ni\u015fte tocuri interminabile – am\u00e2ndou\u0103 eram \u00eenalte, \u015fi ne sfidam mamele care predicau: “E\u015eTI deja \u00eenalt\u0103, de ce \u00ee\u0163i mai trebuie tocuri?” Uite a\u015fa, vreau s\u0103 concurez cu turla bisericii, na! – se opre\u015fte ea pe drumul de costi\u015fe ce ducea spre centru \u015fi \u00eemi zice:
\n-N-ai vrea s\u0103 facem o nebunie?
\nEi, asta e fraza c\u0103reia lupu cel febril, viitor Gregory Freeson, nu i-a putut rezista never nunca jamas.
\n-Ba da!
\n-Hai s\u0103 nu mai mergem la chefu’ \u0103la banal cu lume banal\u0103 care flec\u0103re\u015fte banal etc etc., hai s\u0103 facem autostopul spre Miercurea Ciuc.<\/p>\n
Men\u0163iuni:
\na) \u00cen 1999, lumea era mult mai decent\u0103 – \u015fi puteai face lejer autostopul f\u0103r\u0103 a-\u0163i cere nimeni favoruri sexuale. Mai ales \u00een secuime, lumea \u00ee\u0163i f\u0103cea avansuri doar dac\u0103 insinuai prin comportament c\u0103 \u0163i-o cau\u0163i cu lum\u00e2narea. \u00cen rest, c\u0103l\u0103toreai f\u0103r\u0103 probleme, pl\u0103teai la destina\u0163ie – ba uneori nici nu \u00ee\u0163i luau banii – iar ia-m\u0103-nene era un mijloc de transport la fel de uzitat \u015fi de normal ca autobuzul 311 aici . Iar dac\u0103 lu\u0103m \u00een considerare toate festivalurile de var\u0103 din toate sta\u0163iunile balneoclimaterice – ia-m\u0103-nene era ZE KING OF ZE HIGHWAY.
\nb) Miercurea-Ciuc era la vreo 60 de kilometri distan\u0163\u0103. Din p\u0103cate, nu ne a\u015ftepta nimeni acolo. Sau din fericire?<\/p>\n
-\u015ei ce facem noi acolo?
\n-Ce se face \u00een noaptea de rev! C\u0103ut\u0103m un club sau un local care s\u0103 ne plac\u0103, dans\u0103m, bem ceva \u015fi venim acas\u0103 cu trenul de ora \u015fase diminea\u0163a. Spunem alor no\u015ftri c\u0103 am fost cu ga\u015fca la rev \u015fi gata! Ce zici?
\n-\u0102\u0103\u0103\u0103… GATA, HAI S-O FACEM!<\/p>\n
Boc-boc-boc cu tocurile noastre de dive, pe \u015fosea, p\u00e2n\u0103 la ie\u015firea spre Miercurea-Ciuc. \u00cembr\u0103cate u\u015for – c\u0103 doar mergeam la chef. Cu po\u015fetu\u0163e minuscule pe um\u0103r. Scot eu o foaie dubl\u0103 din agend\u0103, scriu pe ea bilingv Miercurea Ciuc – Csikszereda, \u015fi d\u0103-i, \u015fi a\u015fteapt\u0103…<\/p>\n
-B\u0103i, oftez eu, e Revu’, nici dracu’ nu c\u0103l\u0103tore\u015fte azi.
\n-Ba da! S\u0103 vezi c\u0103 vine.
\n-Ba nu vine!
\n-Ba vine!
\n-Mi-e frig…
\n-Ba nu \u0163i-e frig!
\n-Brr…rrr…
\n-Acum o faci doar ca s\u0103 \u00eemi faci \u00een ciud\u0103, nu?
\n-Brrr…rrr…. nu.
\nDup\u0103 o or\u0103 de a\u015fteptare, c\u00e2nd devenisem deja dou\u0103 sloiuri cu ochi, ca \u00een desene animate, apare un camion vechi \u015fi ruginit, zdronc-zdronc. Se opre\u015fte \u015fi apare un cap. La fel de ruginit ca \u015fi camionul.
\n-Ce-i cu voi, fetelor? Unde merge\u0163i \u00een noaptea de Revelion?
\n-P\u0103i s\u0103 vede\u0163i – am venit la petrecere la Sf\u00e2ntu Gheorghe, dar gazdele nu erau acas\u0103, \u015fi vrem s\u0103 ajungem \u00eenapoi la noi \u00een ora\u015f, scoate ea trombonul de rezerv\u0103.
\n-P\u0103i bine, eu merg numai p\u00e2n\u0103 la S\u00e2n-nu-\u015ftiu-cum (not\u0103: o localitate la vreo 5 kilometri de Miercurea-Ciuc), dar stau aproape de gar\u0103 \u015fi lua\u0163i trenul p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103, s\u0103racele de voi!
\n\u00cemi arunc\u0103 Tunde o privire triumf\u0103toare, c\u0103 uite-totu\u015fi-avem-parte-de-thrill-&-adventure, hop \u00een camion \u015fi \u00eencepem un hodoronc-hodoronc-zdronca-zdronca-buf-poc.
\n\u00cen tot acest timp, omul ne \u00eentreba detalii despre familiile noastre din Miercurea, iar noi fabulam artistic, invent\u00e2nd ni\u015fte vie\u0163i at\u00e2t de animate \u015fi de nemaipomenite, c\u0103 la soare te puteai uita, dar la ele numai pe \u00eentuneric. \u015ei zbuf!
\nCamionul se opre\u015fte. Se chinuie omul s\u0103 porneasc\u0103 motorul. Nimic!
\n-Dumnezeii m\u0103-tii azi \u015fi m\u00e2ine, \u00eencepe el s\u0103 suduie, coboar\u0103, scoate o traist\u0103 de unelte \u015fi se apuc\u0103 s\u0103 me\u015ftereasc\u0103. Noi ne uitam la ceas. Cinciiii – patruuuu – treiiii – doiiii – unuuuuu- LA MUL\u0162I AAAAAANI! S\u0103 tr\u0103i\u0163i!
\n-Soarele m\u0103-tii de gioars\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2n\u0103, c\u0103 te arunc acum la fiare vechi, futu-\u0163i neamu-n g\u00e2t s\u0103 \u0163i-l fut, \u00eenjura \u015foferul nostru cu sete, disperat. Ce dracu’ ne facem?
\nOops!
\n-Gataaa! Cred c\u0103 merge! S\u0103 vedem!
\n\u00cencearc\u0103 s\u0103 porneasc\u0103 ma\u015fina, aceasta sloboze\u015fte o tromb\u0103 groas\u0103 de fum, tu\u015fe\u015fte ofticos \u015fi porne\u015fte tremur\u00e2nd din toate articula\u0163iile.
\n-La mul\u0163i aaaani! Hai s\u0103 c\u00e2nt\u0103m cevaaaa!
\n-L\u0103sa\u0163i-m\u0103, domni\u015foarelor, c\u0103 nu \u00eemi arde mie…
\n-Doar e s\u0103rb\u0103toare. O \u015fti\u0163i pe aia cu…
\nP\u00e2n\u0103 la S\u00e2n-Cum-Naiba-l-Chema, am interpretat cu mo\u015ful \u0103la un repertoriu amplu de… tot ce ne-a trecut prin cap. Ma\u015fina s-a mai oprit de vreo trei ori. Dar era thrill & adventure, da??
\nBuuun. \u015ei \u00een zare apare pl\u0103cu\u0163a (tot bilingv\u0103) anun\u0163\u00e2nd S\u00e2n-Pana-Mea.
\n-Pentru c\u0103 a\u0163i c\u00e2ntat a\u015fa frumos, zice mo\u015ful, v\u0103 duc la gar\u0103.
\n-Bine, mul\u0163umim.
\n\u015ei, spre groaza noastr\u0103, observ\u0103m c\u0103 p\u0103r\u0103se\u015fte \u015foseaua patriei, \u015fi o ia pe ni\u015fte \u00eenc\u00e2lceli de str\u0103du\u0163e care duceau spre cea mai na\u015fpa gar\u0103 de care am v\u0103zut-o \u00een via\u0163a mea, dup\u0103 cea din Beclean pe Some\u015f. O cl\u0103dire comunist\u0103, sinistr\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 un chio\u015fc de cafea – de\u015fi ne ardea buza dup\u0103 o cafea, pe frigul \u0103la de Harghita – \u015fi zice:
\n-Uite, trenul vine \u00een patruj’ de minute. V-a\u015f p\u0103zi p\u00e2n\u0103 atunci, dar \u00ees \u015fi io b\u0103tr\u00e2n \u015fi obosit, \u015fi m\u00e2ine am marf\u0103 de c\u0103rat…
\n(cu minun\u0103\u0163ia asta de Land Rover? \u00eemi zic eu \u00een g\u00e2nd. dar \u00eemi mu\u015fc limba p\u00e2n\u0103 la s\u00e2nge.)
\n-Mul\u0163umim mult, un an nou fericit \u015fi s\u0103n\u0103tos, \u00eei ur\u0103m noi.
\n\u015ei dup\u0103 ce mo\u015ful iese din raza noastr\u0103 vizual\u0103, m\u0103 uit eu la prietena mea…
\n-Chiar avem de g\u00e2nd s\u0103 st\u0103m patruzeci de minute \u00een oribilitatea asta de gar\u0103?
\n-Logic c\u0103 nu, ai \u00eennebunit? Hai \u00eenapoi la ia-m\u0103 nene!
\n-\u015etiam eu c\u0103 ne \u00een\u0163elegem!
\n\u015ei boc-boc-boc cu tocule\u0163ele pe uli\u0163a bolov\u0103noas\u0103 a lui S\u00e2n(Martin? Nicolau? naiba \u015ftieeee!)
\n\u015ei staaai… \u015fi staaaai… \u015fi staaaai…
\nNorocul \u00eens\u0103 ne p\u0103r\u0103sise. \u00cen noaptea de Revelion, la ora dou\u0103 \u015fi jum\u0103tate, nici dracu’ nu se plimba cu ma\u015fina prin S\u00e2nwhatever.
\n-Am o idee!!! m-a tr\u0103snit pe mine geniul.
\n-Brrr… Mie mi-a \u00eenghe\u0163at creierul, nu mai am idei!
\n-Bun, am eu. E vorba de cinci kilometri, nu?
\n-Da.
\n-Hai pe jos.
\n-Ce vorbe\u015fti???
\n-B\u0103i, nu fi fraier\u0103. Un om care merge are \u015fanse mai pu\u0163ine s\u0103 moar\u0103 dracului de frig, corect?
\n-M…da.
\n-Iar dac\u0103 trece ceva, \u00eenc\u0103 ne putem opri \u015fi ridica foaia cu “Miercurea Ciuc”, da?
\n-Brrr…da!
\nBoc-boc-boc, cu tocurile noastre de dive, prin frigul cr\u00eencen al proasp\u0103tului 1999. \u015ei boc-boc-boc. Cinci kilometri. Ora patru \u015fi trei sferturi.
\n-Alpiniste ne facem, omule!
\n-Da, facem o nou\u0103 prob\u0103 olimpic\u0103. Alpinismul pe tocuri!
\n-Bun, am ajuns. \u015ei acum, ce facem?<\/p>\n
Cred c\u0103 a\u015fa p\u0103\u0163esc \u015fi sufletele drep\u0163ilor, c\u00e2nd ajung \u00een rai. Umbl\u0103 bezmetice, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 \u015ftie \u00eencotro.<\/p>\n
Toate localurile erau \u00eenchise. Nimic, nic\u0103ieri. Becule\u0163e aprinse \u015fi lac\u0103te. Miercurea-Ciuc dormea epuizat\u0103 dup\u0103 o imens\u0103 petrecere de Revelion, la care nu fuseser\u0103m invitate.
\n-Ia stai pu\u0163in!
\n-Ce e?
\n-Se aude ceva acolo!
\n-O petrecere a unora, acas\u0103 la ei!
\n-Nu! E un bar!
\n\u00centr-adev\u0103r, era un bar. Unul cu motive u\u015for rustice, dar nu lipsit de gust. Bahia Cafe de Miercurea-Ciuc. De acolo se auzeau basu’ \u015fi cu toba mareee, de-\u0163i sp\u0103rgeau timpanele.
\n-Dac\u0103 \u0103stora le zice Cafe, logic c\u0103 au \u015fi cafea, nu? dau eu cu presupusu’.
\n-Nu putem afla dec\u00e2t prin metoda verific\u0103rii, ce zici?
\n-Zic s\u0103 verific\u0103m.
\n\u015ei am intrat…
\n——-<\/p>\n
Era Bahia Cafe \u0103la o minun\u0103\u0163ie. Avea o mas\u0103 ca-n pove\u015fti, cu ciorb\u0103 fierbinte, cu lume vesel\u0103, cu chelneri care ne-au servit pe loc cu c\u00e2teva polonice de ciorb\u0103 fierbinte – \u015fi nu exist\u0103 ciorb\u0103 mai bun\u0103 dec\u00e2t cea pe care o \u00eenghi\u0163i hulpav dup\u0103 cinci kilometri de boc-boc-boc pe \u015fosea – \u015fi ne-au adus dou\u0103 cafele duble \u00een c\u0103ni rustice – \u015fi erau cafele, nu chi\u015foarce! \u00centr-un cuv\u00e2nt, Bahia Cafe de Miercurea Ciuc era locul ideal pentru un Revelion thrill & adventure…
\n\u015ei dup\u0103 ciorb\u0103, dup\u0103 cafea \u015fi o vizit\u0103 urgent\u0103 la toaleta localului – de at\u00e2tea ore, m\u0103 luptam viteje\u015fte cu instinctul de a m\u0103 piti \u00eentr-un tufi\u015f, dar speram s\u0103 nu treac\u0103 ma\u015fina care ne-ar fi luat – ne-am sim\u0163it ca reciclate. \u015ei ne-a venit pofta de dans. \u015ei am dansat. \u015ei c\u00e2nd ne-au v\u0103zut dans\u00e2nd, au s\u0103rit \u015fi al\u0163ii la dans. \u015ei \u00eentregul Bahia Cafe a fost cuprins, la ora cinci diminea\u0163a, de o poft\u0103 de paranghelie \u015fi de \u0163op\u0103ial\u0103, de au \u0163inut-o tot a\u015fa p\u00e2n\u0103 la \u015fapte.<\/p>\n
—-<\/p>\n
-Dac\u0103 vre\u0163i, v\u0103 conduc p\u00e2n\u0103 acas\u0103, s-a oferit un adolescent dr\u0103gu\u0163.
\n(Pe atunci, a conduce o fat\u0103 acas\u0103 nu echivala cu o propunere sexual\u0103, \u00eemi amintesc eu nostalgic, \u00een timp ce tastez aceste vorbe. \u00censemna chiar s-o conduci p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een u\u015fa blocului, s\u0103 te asiguri c\u0103 a ajuns cu bine acas\u0103, s\u0103 \u00eei urezi noapte bun\u0103 \u015fi s\u0103 \u00ee\u0163i iei t\u0103lp\u0103\u015fi\u0163a. Mda… ce frumos era.)
\n-Cam greu, spun eu \u015fi \u00eencep s\u0103 r\u00e2d.
\n-Dar \u00een ce cartier sta\u0163i? Departe?
\n-Foarte! Mul\u0163umim oricum de inten\u0163ie…<\/p>\n
Oricum, de cum am ajuns \u00een tren – \u0103la de ora zece, p\u00e2n\u0103 la urm\u0103, am rugat o b\u0103tr\u00e2nic\u0103 s\u0103 ne trezeasc\u0103 la Sf\u00e2ntu Gheorghe \u015fi am adormit bu\u015ftean. Noroc c\u0103 femeia a fost serioas\u0103 \u015fi ne-a trezit. Altfel… who knows?<\/p>\n
——-<\/p>\n
\u0102sta a fost cel mai frumos Rev din via\u0163a mea. Acum zece ani. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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