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<\/a><\/p>\nSe \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een perioada \u00een care vacan\u021ba la mare nu presupunea calcule bine stabilite, rezerv\u0103ri la hotel \u0219i creme cu factor de protec\u021bie ridicat. Andrei avea 18 ani, un rucsac cu dou\u0103 r\u00e2nduri de haine, doi prieteni buni \u0219i un walkman primit cadou de la p\u0103rin\u021bi, \u00een aceea\u0219i zi \u00een care i-au aflat rezultatele de la bac. Urma s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103 peste o s\u0103pt\u0103m\u00e2n\u0103, pentru diplome, semn\u0103turi \u0219i preg\u0103tiri de admitere. \u00cen rest, aproape nimic nu mai conta. Nu-\u0219i dorea dec\u00e2t s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la mare \u0219i habar n-avea c\u0103 urma s\u0103-\u0219i cunoasc\u0103 destinul. \u00cen definitiv, nu ai nevoie de mai mult de \u0219apte zile s\u0103-nve\u021bi totul despre dragoste, prietenie, team\u0103 \u0219i fericire.<\/p>\n
S-a urcat \u00een tren pentru prima dat\u0103 \u00een via\u021ba lui, cu un a\u0219a entuziasm, poft\u0103 de via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i libertate. George \u0219i C\u0103t\u0103lin, i-au fost prietenii de drum \u0219i de c\u0103l\u0103torie minunat\u0103. F\u0103r\u0103 bagaje, f\u0103r\u0103 bilete, parc\u0103 o c\u0103l\u0103torie c\u0103tre imensul necunoscut al vie\u021bii. To\u021bi c\u0103l\u0103torii i-au observat: plini de via\u021b\u0103, tineri, vis\u0103tori. Deja nu mai conta de unde veneau \u0219i c\u00e2nd urmau s\u0103 se \u00eentoarc\u0103.<\/p>\n
\u00cen primele trei zile Andrei a avut timp s\u0103 experimenteze magia r\u0103s\u0103riturilor \u0219i distrac\u021bia din jurul focului de tab\u0103r\u0103, dar \u0219i insola\u021bia \u0219i deshidratarea. Nu s-ar fi \u00eentors acas\u0103, dar nici nu-i mai ardea de bere \u0219i dans. Era o sear\u0103 nu foarte c\u0103lduroas\u0103 de luni. Se \u00eendep\u0103rtase de grup \u0219i explora plaja de unul singur, purt\u00e2nd \u00een suflet o nevoie greu de explicat. \u0218i-ar fi dorit sa se teleporteze acas\u0103 pentru c\u00e2teva minute, dar n-ar fi fost dispus s\u0103 renun\u021be acum la ultimele dou\u0103 zile de soare, prieteni, ap\u0103 s\u0103rat\u0103 \u0219i distrac\u021bie la malul m\u0103rii.<\/p>\n
G\u00e2ndurile i-au fost \u00eentrerupte \u00eens\u0103 de o figur\u0103 cunoscut\u0103. Era acel ,,acas\u0103\u2019\u2019 de care \u00eei era pu\u021bin cam dor, doar c\u0103 sem\u0103na foarte mult cu o pu\u0219toaic\u0103 din Liviu Rebreanu pe care n-o v\u0103zuse nici m\u0103car pe la majoratele colegilor mai pu\u021bin populari \u00een liceu.<\/p>\n
-Andrei!<\/strong><\/p>\n S-ar fi bucurat s-o salute, dar feti\u021ba aceasta sub\u021bire \u0219i brune\u021bic\u0103 nu reprezentase niciodat\u0103 un element at\u00e2t de important \u00een via\u021ba lui \u00eenc\u00e2t s\u0103-i re\u021bin\u0103 numele. A ezitat, sper\u00e2nd s\u0103-\u0219i aminteasc\u0103 m\u0103car un alt moment \u00een care au avut ocazia s\u0103 schimbe vreo vorb\u0103, dar n-a mai fost \u00een stare dec\u00e2t s\u0103 rosteasc\u0103 un ,,bun\u0103\u2019\u2019 timid, r\u0103m\u00e2n\u00e2nd aproape paralizat \u00een fa\u021ba ei.<\/p>\n \u00centr-adev\u0103r, Cristina nu era o tip\u0103 foarte sociabil\u0103. Sora ei o adusese la mare tot cu ocazia fericitului eveniment al promov\u0103rii bacalaureatului cu note excelente.<\/p>\n Cei doi \u0219i-au petrecut noaptea pe plaj\u0103, discut\u00e2nd vrute \u0219i nevrute. Niciunul dintre ei nu \u00een\u021belegea cum a fost posibil s\u0103 fi fost \u00een acela\u0219i liceu timp de patru ani. El s\u0103 stea zi de zi la c\u00e2\u021biva zeci de metri distan\u021b\u0103 de ea \u0219i s\u0103 se cunoasc\u0103 abia aici \u0219i acum, la multe sute de km de Bistri\u021ba.<\/p>\n R\u0103s\u0103ritul i-a amintit Cristinei c\u0103 nu-\u0219i preg\u0103tise \u00eenc\u0103 bagajele pentru plecare. S-a ridicat brusc, i-a mul\u021bumit pentru compania pl\u0103cut\u0103 \u0219i s-a pornit c\u0103tre\u00a0 hotel. Andrei n-a rezistat dec\u00e2t dou\u0103 minute. \u00cencerc\u00e2nd s-o prind\u0103 din urm\u0103, d\u0103du nas \u00een nas cu b\u0103ie\u021bii, care-l c\u0103utaser\u0103 toat\u0103 noaptea \u0219i care erau ferici\u021bi \u0219\u0103-\u0219i g\u0103seasc\u0103 prietenul bine-merci, explor\u00e2nd plaja. O pierduse \u0219i nici m\u0103car nu \u0219tia ce \u0219anse ar mai fi existat s-o mai vad\u0103. \u0218i-a spus c\u0103 ora\u0219ul nu e foarte mare \u0219i a \u00eencercat s\u0103 se consoleze cu aceast\u0103 idee, dar noaptea urm\u0103toare n-a reprezentat dec\u00e2t un lung \u0219ir de ore nedormite, de \u00eentreb\u0103ri f\u0103r\u0103 r\u0103spuns, de speran\u021be \u0219i planuri.<\/p>\n Dis de diminea\u021b\u0103, Andrei \u0219i-a luat rucsacul \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103-i mai a\u0219tepte pe b\u0103ie\u021bi, a plecat spre cas\u0103 nespun\u00e2nd nim\u0103nui. Drumul \u00eenapoi i s-a p\u0103rut \u0219i mai lung, iar \u00eentoarcerea nu a \u00eensemnat re\u00eent\u00e2lnirea cu Cristina.<\/p>\n S-a chinuit c\u00e2teva zile s\u0103 dea de ea, a f\u0103cut rost de un num\u0103r de telefon \u0219i f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 ezite, a sunat-o…<\/p>\n Iar povestea lor continu\u0103 \u0219i acum\u2026 printr-o bijuterie ce-i leag\u0103. Aceasta poart\u0103 miracolul iubirii, poart\u0103 povestea scris\u0103, dar \u0219i pe cea nescris\u0103, din sufletele lor\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n Nu-\u0219i dorea dec\u00e2t s\u0103 ajung\u0103 la mare \u0219i habar n-avea c\u0103 urma s\u0103-\u0219i cunoasc\u0103 destinul. \u00cen definitiv, nu ai nevoie de mai mult de \u0219apte zile s\u0103-nve\u021bi totul despre dragoste, prietenie, team\u0103 \u0219i fericire. Se \u00eent\u00e2mpla \u00een perioada \u00een care vacan\u021ba la mare nu presupunea calcule bine stabilite, rezerv\u0103ri la hotel \u0219i creme cu factor…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[8],"tags":[12,20,27],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1427"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1429,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1427\/revisions\/1429"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1427"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1427"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/blog.safirelli.ro\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1427"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}Continua povestea \u00een stilul t\u0103u\u00a0pe pagina de Facebook \u0219i po\u021bi c\u00e2\u0219tiga \u00eensemne de iubire<\/a><\/h2>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"