{"id":13284,"date":"2021-01-28T13:35:24","date_gmt":"2021-01-28T10:35:24","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13284"},"modified":"2021-01-28T13:36:29","modified_gmt":"2021-01-28T10:36:29","slug":"de-ai-nostri-dan-manciulea-mici-apocalipse-de-adormit-omenirea-4","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ziarulderimnic.ro\/?p=13284","title":{"rendered":"De-ai no\u0219tri! – Dan Manciulea – Mici apocalipse de adormit omenirea (4)"},"content":{"rendered":"

Visul omului fluture<\/strong><\/p>\n

Medicul \u00eenchise fereastra. V\u00e2ntul \u00ee\u0219i f\u0103cea de cap \u0219i umfla perdeaua. \u00cen cabinet se l\u0103sase frig. Ghemuit pe fotoliul-scoic\u0103, un bolnav a\u0219tepta t\u0103cut.
\n– Phiii, ce frig! O fi frumos \u00een mun\u021bi, dar toamna se las\u0103 o r\u0103coareee… ia uite ce v\u00e2nt bate. Deci, cum \u00ee\u021bi spuneam mai \u00eenainte, azi diminea\u021b\u0103 am primit rezultatele testelor.
\n– \u0218i?
\n\u00cembr\u0103cat \u00een halatul alb, medicul ar\u0103ta ca un soi ciudat de judec\u0103tor. Bolnavul c\u0103scase ochii \u00een a\u0219teptarea verdictului, iar inima \u00eei b\u0103tea s\u0103-i sparg\u0103 pieptul. \u00cenghi\u021bi un val de saliv\u0103 \u0219i g\u00e2tul i se umfl\u0103 dureros.
\n– E\u0219ti un om normal, dragul meu. Testele au vorbit clar: tratamentul \u0219i-a f\u0103cut efectul.
\n– Mul\u021bumesc, v\u0103 mul\u021bumesc, domnu’ doctor… Salvatorul meu!
\nSe repezi la picioarele salvatorului care sta mar\u021bial precum un militar la fotograf. S\u0103rut\u0103 degetele i\u021bite din \u0219lapii de cauciuc spongios. Salvatorul nu schi\u021b\u0103 nici un gest.
\n– Ridic\u0103-te! Mul\u021bume\u0219te-i lui Dumnezeu, care m-a luminat \u0219i mi-a ar\u0103tat calea voastr\u0103 spre lumin\u0103. Voi, neferici\u021bii cu mintea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103, ave\u021bi nevoie de ajutorul meu, c\u0103ci pe mine Domnul m-a trimis. De m\u00e2ine po\u021bi pleca. S\u0103 treci pe la administrator s\u0103 te scoat\u0103 din eviden\u021b\u0103.
\n– Mul\u021bumesc, de mii de ori… Salvatorule! H\u0103, h\u0103 \u2014 h\u0103\u0103, sunt s\u0103n\u0103tos, sunt normal oameni buni!
\nC\u0103ut\u0103 nesigur clan\u021ba u\u0219ii privindu-1 pe medic \u00een ochi \u0219i ie\u0219i.
\nS\u0103rea de pe un picior pe cel\u0103lalt – p\u0103ianjen uria\u0219 \u00een sutan\u0103 alb\u0103. Coridoarele inundate de lumin\u0103 ro\u0219ie purtau strig\u0103tele r\u0103gu\u0219ite p\u00e2n\u0103 \u00een camerele pacien\u021bilor. La fereastra unei u\u0219i masive de stejar ap\u0103ru o fa\u021b\u0103 speriat\u0103:
\n– Care m\u0103-ta strigi a\u0219a, m\u0103? Ne-ai trezit din somn \u0219i b\u0103iatu’ \u0103sta nu poa\u2019 s\u0103 mai cro\u0219eteze fideaua.
\n– Sunt normal! Sunt normal, oameni buni!
\nBolnavul intr\u0103 gr\u0103bit \u00een camer\u0103. La col\u021burile gurii \u00eei ap\u0103ruse o sput\u0103 alb\u0103.
\n– E\u0219ti normal p\u0103 naiba, \u00eel lu\u0103 \u00een primire H\u00e2ncu. Tot mai crezi \u00een pastilele \u0219i-n filmele lu’ Sterea? \u0218i unde vezi tu oameni buni \u00een ospiciul \u0103sta? B\u0103 Ioane, coboar\u0103 cu picioarele pe p\u0103m\u00e2nt, s\u0103 nu zici c\u0103 nu \u021bi-am spus! E\u0219ti nebun ca to\u021bi nebunii.
\n– H\u00e2ncule, de ce e\u0219ti nap\u00e2rstoc? se r\u0103\u021boi Vi\u0219inescu. De c\u00e2te ori s\u0103-\u021bi explic: ospiciul e afar\u0103, nu aici. Noi suntem oameni buni, \u0103ilal\u021bi sunt r\u0103i \u0219i mai mul\u021bi ca noi, de-aia ne ascund \u00een mun\u021bi, printre brazi. \u0218i s\u0103 nu-1 mai vorbe\u0219ti de r\u0103u pe salvatorul nostru, c\u0103 te spun lu’ sora Varvara \u0219i cheam\u0103 b\u0103ie\u021bii dr\u0103g\u0103la\u0219i cu ,,c\u0103m\u0103\u0219u\u021ba” s\u0103 te ia! Ia spune Ioane, cacaia problema?
\n– P\u0103i… m\u00e2ine plec acas\u0103. Mi-a zis dom\u2019 doctor c\u0103-s normal.
\n– \u0218i noi ce facem, c\u00e2nd \u00eencepem?
\n– Cred c\u0103 de m\u00e2ine.
\n\u00cen u\u0219\u0103 r\u0103sunar\u0103 boc\u0103nituri. \u00cencuietoarea z\u0103ng\u0103ni avan \u00een camera goal\u0103: ,,b\u0103, \u021bine-\u021bi-v\u0103 gura dac\u0103 nu vre\u021bi sa v\u0103 fac niscai du\u0219uri reci!”.
\n– Ssst! f\u0103cu Miron. \u0102\u0219tia nu \u0219tie de glum\u0103.
\n– Adic\u0103 cum nu \u0219tiu de glum\u0103? se \u00eenver\u0219un\u0103 Ion.
\nPe chip i se a\u0219tenu o c\u0103ut\u0103tur\u0103 nes\u0103n\u0103toas\u0103.
\n– Adic\u0103 de ce s\u0103 ne fac\u0103 du\u0219uri reci? Ia vino, m\u0103 tembelule \u0219i f\u0103-mi du\u0219 \u0219i-ai s\u0103 vezi tu! Eu sunt un om normal \u0219i.., \u0219i m\u00e2ine plec acas\u0103. sc\u00e2nci el.
\nO namil\u0103 de om deschise u\u0219a, m\u0103tur\u00e2nd camera cu privirea-i amenin\u021b\u0103toare:
\n– Care tr\u0103nc\u0103ne\u0219ti aiurea, m\u0103? Vino la neica s\u0103 te ia la scatoalce!
\nIon tremura de furie. Il p\u0103lise, a\u0219a, din senin. S\u0103ri la fa\u021ba namilei \u0219i-1 mu\u0219c\u0103 de nas. Namila url\u0103. Din nas izbucni un \u0219uvoi de s\u00e2nge ce se opri \u00een perete. C\u0103zu greu supraveghetorul, cu nebunul ag\u0103\u021bat la g\u00e2t. Degeaba \u00eencerca s\u0103 se fereasc\u0103. Dup\u0103 ce scuip\u0103 bucata de nas, Ion \u00eel mu\u0219c\u0103 \u0219i de g\u00e2t. Odat\u0103, de dou\u0103 ori \u0219i un alt \u0219uvoi \u021b\u00e2\u0219ni \u00eempro\u0219c\u00e2nd c\u0103m\u0103\u0219ile celorlal\u021bi bolnavi. Horc\u0103iturile sl\u0103beau iar s\u00e2ngele abia c\u0103 mai p\u00e2lp\u00e2ia \u00een r\u0103ni. Ion sem\u0103na cu un \u00eenger fugit de pe masa de opera\u021bie. Omul \u00ee\u0219i d\u0103du duhul chiar c\u00e2nd ap\u0103rur\u0103 colegii s\u0103i \u00eempreun\u0103 cu sora Varvara. Ion se ridic\u0103 lini\u0219tit:
\n– V-am mai spus c\u0103 sunt un om normal \u0219i vreau s\u0103 m\u0103 l\u0103sa\u021bi \u00een pace!
\n– Ce-ai f\u0103cut, Ioane?
\n– Ce-am f\u0103cut? A meritat. El a vrut-o. Eu sunt un om ca to\u021bi oamenii. Dom\u2019 doctor mi-a spus c\u0103 pot pleca acas\u0103.
\nCamera era spoit\u0103 cu s\u00e2nge. Sora Varvara \u021bip\u0103 isteric:
\n– Lua\u021bi-l, lua\u021bi-l! \u00cen \u201cc\u0103ma\u0219\u0103\u201d \u0219i la izolator cu el.
\n– Nu, nu la izolatooor! Sunt normal, normal, normahahal!
\n– \u0218i voi pleca\u021bi odat\u0103 de-aici! Duce\u021bi-v\u0103 la 52, ave\u021bi dou\u0103 paturi….
\n– De ce la 52? Acolo e \u0103la care m\u0103n\u00e2nc\u0103 var de pe pere\u021bi \u0219i se crede balastier\u0103.
\n– Gura! La 52…
\nVarvara sta \u00een fa\u021ba u\u0219ii, zg\u00e2l\u021b\u00e2it\u0103 de frisoane. Dup\u0103 ce \u00eei spusese doctorului c\u0103 Ion ucisese supraveghetorul, t\u0103cerea se a\u0219ternu \u00eentre cei doi. Doctorul aprinse o \u021bigar\u0103. Z\u00e2mbea.
\n– Nu credeam c\u0103 se va \u00eent\u00e2mpla. Cel pu\u021bin … a\u0219a de cur\u00e2nd. Testele erau clare. Cel pu\u021bin s-ar fi manifestat o u\u0219oar\u0103 nervozitate \u00een anumite cazuri… dar s\u0103 ucid\u0103… S\u0103 ucid\u0103? De ce nu?
\n– S\u0103 chem poli\u021bia?
\n– Cheam-o, \u00eeh\u00ee… Psihicul omului e o jungl\u0103 \u00een care te po\u021bi r\u0103t\u0103ci. Am citit despre un filozof chinez care visa c\u0103 este fluture ce viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 e om \u0219i, c\u00e2nd se trezea, nu mai \u0219tia dac\u0103 el este omul care se viseaz\u0103 fluture sau un fluture care se viseaz\u0103 om. Ciudat, nu?..
\nDoctorul Sterea se scutur\u0103 ca de o vedenie. Urc\u0103 la etajul trei, unde se afla izolatorul.
\n– Deschide-mi aici! morm\u0103i c\u0103tre paznic.
\n– Nu se poate, dom’ doctor. E violent. Dac\u0103 a\u021bi vedea ce i-a f\u0103cut lu’ s\u0103racu’ Velcea… a murit \u00een chinuri mari.
\n– Deschide, m\u0103, n-auzi?
\nIon bolea chircit pe ciment \u0219i pl\u00e2ngea.
\n– Spune\u021bi, dom\u2019 doctor, nu-i a\u0219a ca plec acas\u0103? Nu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 sunt normal?
\n– Ioane, uit\u0103-te \u00een ochii mei. Trebuie s\u0103 ui\u021bi de toate. Tu e\u0219ti un om normal \u0219i nimeni nu te poate obliga s\u0103 faci ceva \u00eempotriva voin\u021bei tale. Doar uitarea te poate lecui. E\u0219ti un fluture care viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 e om. Fluturele zboar\u0103, nimeni nu-1 atinge. El se \u00eentoarce la via\u021ba ve\u0219nic\u0103 \u0219i ascuns\u0103, la uitare…
\nIon \u00ee\u0219i ag\u0103\u021base privirea r\u0103t\u0103cit\u0103 de str\u0103lucirea albastr\u0103 a ochilor doctorului:
\n– Da, daaaa. Am s\u0103 uit, tot am s\u0103 uit. Uitareaa alin\u0103\u0103 sufletuul…
\nDoctorul plec\u0103 a\u0219a cum venise, ca o n\u0103luc\u0103. \u00cen mintea nebunului r\u0103suna un clopot a mort. Ion nu sim\u021bea frigul. Privea numai raza de lumin\u0103 care p\u0103trunsese pe geamul celulei. \u00cen jurul becului de la strea\u0219ina cl\u0103dirii zbur\u0103t\u0103cea un fluture de noapte. Umbra lui vizita camera lui Ion.
\n– Flutura\u0219… hei, flutura\u0219! Vino! Sunt \u0219i eu un fluture ca \u0219i tine, doar c\u0103 m\u0103 visez om. Tu ce visezi? Pe mine m\u0103 visezi?…
\nS\u0103ri de dou\u0103 ori p\u00e2n\u0103 prinse marginea firidei \u0219i deschise geamul:
\n– Flutura\u0219, ia-m\u0103 \u00een visul t\u0103u…
\nSe arunc\u0103 \u00een gol. Trupul se izbi de p\u0103m\u00e2nt, aproape p\u0103r\u0103sit de via\u021ba \u00eenainte de lovitur\u0103. Bolnavii de la parter auzir\u0103 zgomotul.
\n– A\u0103\u0103\u0103, un \u00eenger a cobor\u00e2t din cer! Ploua cu \u00eengeri de la Domnul. \u00eenseamn\u0103 ca ziua a venit…
\n– Nu vezi, prostule, c\u0103 nu se mai ridic\u0103. \u0218i n-are aripi… A fost izgonit. L-a buit s\u00e2ngele pe gur\u0103 \u0219i ochii i s-au gogonat ca la melci. E pedepsit, nu v-apropia\u021bi de el! Sor\u0103 Varvara, sora Varvara!
\nSora ap\u0103ru degrab\u0103.
\n– Ce-ai p\u0103\u021bit, Florine?
\n– Un \u00eenger a c\u0103zut din ceruri sub geamul nostru. Uit\u0103-te pe fereastr\u0103! Nu-1 atinge, c\u0103-\u021bi fur\u0103 sufletul…
\nVarvarei i se \u00eenmuiar\u0103 picioarele.
\n– Aoleooo, Ion s-a aruncat de la izolator. Dom’ doctor, dom’ doctor! Ion s-a omor\u00e2t!
\nAt\u00e2t mai apuc\u0103 s\u0103 strige femeia \u0219i le\u0219in\u0103. U\u0219a era deschis\u0103! Florin se uit\u0103 curios \u00een lungul coridorului. Nu era nimeni.
\n– Hai s\u0103 fugim! Sora Varvara e obosit\u0103 \u0219i trebuie s-o l\u0103s\u0103m s\u0103 se odihneasc\u0103.
\n– De ce s\u0103 fugim? Aici e bine. Dormim toat\u0103 ziua \u0219i ne d\u0103 m\u00e2ncare la timp.
\n– Da, da’ \u0219i b\u0103taie la fel. Ui\u021bi du\u0219urile reci \u0219i \u0219ocurile electrice \u0219i somniferele… Nu e bine, e r\u0103u. Hai s\u0103 fugim!
\n– Nu!
\n– M\u0103car s\u0103 ie\u0219im p\u00e2n\u0103 afar\u0103, se milogi Florin.
\n– A\u0219a da. Nu m-am mai plimbat de mult… Da’ numa’ noi s\u0103 ie\u0219im? S\u0103-i scoatem \u0219i pe b\u0103ie\u021bii de la doi. Le-o fi \u0219i lor de c\u00e2nd zac \u00eentre gratii.
\nMa\u0219ina Poli\u021biei urcase cu greu drumul de munte. Ame\u021bit de at\u00e2tea serpentine, \u0219oferul porni sirena \u0219i girofarul. A\u0219a, ca s\u0103-\u0219i mai verse n\u0103duful. La marginea p\u0103durii ap\u0103ruser\u0103 animalele s\u0103lbatice cu ochii c\u00e2t cepele. Turismul alb-albastru scr\u00e2\u0219ni fr\u00e2nele.
\n– E careva p-aici?
\nNimeni. R\u0103spunsese doar ecoul p\u0103durii. Locotenentul \u00ee\u0219i aminti bancul cu Bul\u0103 \u0219i cu pr\u0103pastia, dar se ab\u021binu s\u0103 r\u00e2d\u0103.
\n– Aici intr\u0103 \u0219i iese cine vrea, continu\u0103 el pentru sine.
\n– Uita\u021bi-v\u0103, fra\u021bilor unu’ cu c\u0103m\u0103\u0219oaia alb\u0103 r\u0103t\u0103ce\u0219te printre copaci. B\u0103\u0103, s\u0103 vezi c\u0103 au sc\u0103pat nebunii! gr\u0103i Mi\u0219u pun\u00e2nd m\u00e2na la gur\u0103.
\nNimeni nu scotea o vorba. Dup\u0103 un p\u00e2lc de fagi se ivi cl\u0103direa ospiciului. Mai spre dreapta, un bec de neon \u00ee\u0219i rev\u0103rsa lumina obositoare \u00eentr-un con. Era cea\u021b\u0103. Se auzea un murmur \u0219i peste el, o voce l\u0103trat\u0103.
\n– Copii, voi sunte\u021bi oropsi\u021bi de soart\u0103. Lumea v-a izgonit \u0219i nu mai vrea s\u0103 \u0219tie de voi. Dar voi v\u0103 ve\u021bi vindeca. Domnul mi-a spus c\u0103 ve\u021bi sta de-a dreapta Lui c\u00e2t de cur\u00e2nd…
\nIn conul de p\u00e2cl\u0103 luminoas\u0103 \u0219edeau dou\u0103zeci-dou\u0103zeci \u0219i cinci de oameni \u00eembr\u0103ca\u021bi \u00een c\u0103m\u0103\u0219i albe. Cu to\u021bi priveau undeva, la un balcon al cl\u0103dirii.
\n– Min\u021bi! Am\u0103r\u00e2\u021bii \u0103\u0219tia nu se pot vindeca. Tu te joci cu sufletele lor.
\n– Prinde\u021bi-l! E du\u0219manul vostru. Nu vrea s\u0103 v\u0103 vindeca\u021bi.
\n– E dulce puterea, doctore? R\u0103cni H\u00e2ncu \u00een timp ce bolnavii \u00eel \u00eenh\u0103\u021bau de m\u00e2ini \u0219i de picioare.
\n– Nu mi\u0219c\u0103 nimeni! tun\u0103 vocea locotenentului. Da\u021bi-i drumul!
\nNebunii \u00eel sc\u0103par\u0103 pe H\u00e2ncu de la \u00een\u0103l\u021bimea umerilor. Omul se pr\u0103v\u0103li pe p\u0103m\u00e2ntul mocirlos. C\u00e2nd \u00eel v\u0103zur\u0103 pe ofi\u021ber, bolnavii o rupser\u0103 la fug\u0103 spre p\u0103dure.
\n– Sta\u021bi, unde v\u0103 duce\u021bi noaptea pe coclaurile astea!? Sunt animale s\u0103lbatice…
\nCa la un semn, \u00eengera\u0219ii se oprir\u0103 \u0219i, dup\u0103 c\u00e2teva clipe de ezitare, se \u00eentoarser\u0103 sp\u0103\u0219i\u021bi.
\nMi\u0219u se aplec\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 ce face H\u00e2ncu.
\n– Ce-i, m\u0103i omule, \u021bi-e bine?
\n– De ce mi-ar fi? Numa\u2019 nebunu-i fericit.
\n\u00ce\u0219i scutur\u0103 c\u0103m\u0103\u0219oaia de frunze. Albul \u021bes\u0103turii se m\u00e2nji de noroi.
\nMedicul \u021bintuia podeaua cu privirea \u0219i vorbea:
\n– Mi-au imobilizat personalul, le-au f\u0103cut injec\u021bii cu morfin\u0103, apoi \u0219ocuri electrice, cic\u0103 s\u0103 vad\u0103 \u0219i ei ce sufereau bolnavii. Am r\u0103mas singur \u00een fa\u021ba for\u021bei lor dezl\u0103n\u021buite, a\u0219a c\u0103 a trebuit s\u0103 profit de pozi\u021bia mea \u0219i s\u0103-i \u021bin \u00een loc. Voiau s\u0103 m\u0103 ia \u00een lume, s\u0103 le spun ce s\u0103 fac\u0103…
\n– Ce fel de bolnavi trata\u021bi dumneavoastr\u0103, domnule doctor?
\n– La mine vin cei f\u0103r\u0103 speran\u021b\u0103. Familiile \u00eengrozite c\u0103 nu se mai pot \u00een\u021belege cu ei, \u00eei p\u0103r\u0103sesc aici. Eu \u00eei resocializez, le reconstitui personalitatea f\u0103cut\u0103 \u021b\u0103nd\u0103ri \u0219i le ar\u0103t cauza pentru care ceilal\u021bi \u00eei numesc „nebuni”. Dar psihicul e-o jungl\u0103, domnule ofi\u021ber… Cel mai s\u0103n\u0103tos dintre noi se poate trezi \u00eentr-o bun\u0103 diminea\u021b\u0103 un nebun veritabil. Am citit despre un filozof chinez care se visa fluture…
\n– … Care viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 e om. C\u00e2nd s-a trezit, nu mai \u0219tia dac\u0103 e omul ce se viseaz\u0103 fluture sau un fluture ce se viseaz\u0103 om… continu\u0103 poli\u021bistul
\n– Pelicane, vino pu\u021bin!
\nPrin u\u0219a \u00eentredeschis\u0103 ap\u0103rea capul mare al lui Marin, criminalistul echipei.
\n– Ai aflat ceva?
\n– Pelicane, omul a fost ucis cu cruzime: plag\u0103 mu\u0219cat\u0103 – partea cartilaginoas\u0103 a nasului dislocat\u0103, alte dou\u0103 pl\u0103gi mu\u0219cate \u00een partea dreapt\u0103 a g\u00e2tului. A murit imediat dup\u0103 mu\u0219c\u0103tura la g\u00e2t. Nebunul s-a sinucis – c\u0103zut de la trei, fix \u00een t\u0103rt\u0103cu\u021b\u0103. E dezmembrat.
\n– Prinde orbu’, scoate-i ochii. Ce facem?
\n– P\u0103i, eu plec la laborator s\u0103 developez filmul, iar tu anun\u021bi familiile mor\u021bilor.
\n– Tot eu… Nu-i a\u0219a c\u0103 m\u0103 porecli\u021bi \u0218acalu\u2019? Hai, tai-o! Eu r\u0103m\u00e2n s\u0103 mai aflu c\u00e2te ceva.
\nSe \u00eentoarse \u00een camera lui Sterea.
\n– Am aprins focul… s-a l\u0103sat frig, nu glum\u0103!
\n– R\u0103m\u0103sesem la legenda filozofului…
\n– Ah, da! Admirabil silogism despre alter ego. Filozoful viseaz\u0103 c\u0103 e fluture – dep\u0103\u0219irea condi\u021biei – iar fluturele c\u0103 e om – nesiguran\u021b\u0103. El are nevoie de reflectarea condi\u021biei sale \u0219i o ob\u021bine printr-un vis. Iat\u0103 alienarea! Nu este convins, nu se consider\u0103 sau nu mai vrea s\u0103 fie om. Toate trei argumentele sunt subiective, iar silogismul este fals \u2013 un paradox aparent. El e om, dar nu mai este la fel cu ceilal\u021bi. Paranoia: bolnavul tr\u0103ie\u0219te cu vreri m\u0103re\u021be \u0219i cu puteri mici, crede c\u0103 \u00ee\u0219i poate realiza dorin\u021bele \u0219i c\u00e2nd vine momentul, se pr\u0103bu\u0219e\u0219te sleit de la prima mi\u0219care. Apoi supraliciteaz\u0103 \u0219i d\u0103 chix. Urmeaz\u0103 c\u0103derea, ne\u00eencrederea \u00een sine, autoizolarea \u00een visuri despre visuri. De aici porne\u0219te tratamentul meu. Eu sparg cercul \u0219i determin bolnavul s\u0103 viseze c\u0103 e fluture. Numai at\u00e2t.
\nLocotenentul r\u0103m\u0103sese cu gura c\u0103scat\u0103, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 realizeze c\u0103 doctorul \u00eei capturase privirea \u00een plasa fin\u0103 a ochilor lui. Poli\u021bistul asculta vr\u0103jit de acurate\u021bea g\u00e2ndirii \u0219i exprim\u0103rii psihiatrului…
\n– Discut\u00e2nd cu bolnavii, eu le captez aten\u021bia, m\u0103 insinuez \u00een mintea lor \u0219i le sugerez, de exemplu, s\u0103 scoat\u0103 pistolul \u0219i s\u0103 se sinucid\u0103.
\nPelicanu, dobor\u00e2t de hipnoz\u0103, scoase pistolul din toc \u0219i-l duse la t\u00e2mpl\u0103. \u00cel arm\u0103… \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i imagin\u0103 c\u0103 e un fluture care zboar\u0103 deasupra unei c\u00e2mpii \u00eenflorite. „Uitare, uitare”, \u00eei zumz\u0103ia creierul…
\nU\u0219a aproape c\u0103 zbur\u0103 din \u021b\u00e2\u021b\u00e2ni. Giganticul plutonier Mi\u0219u \u021binea de ceaf\u0103 un bolnav pric\u0103jit. C\u00e2nd putu s\u0103 cuprind\u0103 priveli\u0219tea camerei, Mi\u0219u r\u0103mase lemn. Doctorul \u00eel \u021bintuise pe locotenent \u0219i \u00eei \u0219optea: ,,Trage, apas\u0103-l, e u\u0219or\u2026 Ai s\u0103 vezi ce bine \u00ee\u021bi va fi”. Plutonierul tr\u00e2nti bolnavul \u0219i se repezi lovind simultan falca dreapt\u0103 a lui Sterea \u0219i m\u00e2na \u00eenarmat\u0103 a lui Pelicanu. Pistolul zbur\u0103 c\u00e2t colo \u0219i se desc\u0103rc\u0103 \u00een oglinda din spatele biroului.
\nPelicanu se dezmetici.
\n– Ce-a fost asta, Mi\u0219ule?
\n– Dom’ locotenent, doctorul \u00eencerca s\u0103 v\u0103 sinucid\u0103 cu propria dumneavoastr\u0103 arm\u0103, s\u0103 tr\u0103i\u021bi!
\nCurtea ospiciului vuia de ma\u0219ini cu siren\u0103. Era toata ,,ga\u0219ca\u201d: Poli\u021bia, Procuratura, Salvarea… Numai Pompierii lipseau. Ferestrele cl\u0103dirii luminau \u00eemprejurimile. Bolnavii se \u00eembulzeau la ele s\u0103 vad\u0103 spectacolul: unii veseli, al\u021bii amenin\u021b\u0103tori, dar cei mai mul\u021bi – indiferen\u021bi.
\n\u00cen fa\u021ba u\u0219ii principale, Pelicanu discuta cu colegii.
\n– S\u0103 adun\u0103m faptele.
\n– Prima pist\u0103 vine de la \u0103l cu care se certa Sterea. H\u00e2ncu \u00eei zice. In timp ce vorbeam cu el, \u00eel v\u0103d c\u0103 se ridic\u0103, ia bornele de la defibrilator \u0219i mi le pune pe piept. M-a zguduit ca lumea! L-am domolit cu un cro\u0219eu \u0219i a \u00eenceput s\u0103 turuie ca o moar\u0103 stricat\u0103. C\u0103 doctorul Sterea 1-a \u00eenv\u0103\u021bat pe Ion s\u0103 ucid\u0103, c\u0103 le punea ni\u0219te casete video cu un fluture care zbura peste o c\u00e2mpie \u00eenflorit\u0103 \u0219i din c\u00e2nd \u00een c\u00e2nd, da’ nu mai mult de-o clipit\u0103, ap\u0103reau poze cu oameni care ucideau. C\u0103 doctorul sta de vorb\u0103 cu ei p\u00e2n\u0103-i prostea \u0219i apoi, dup\u0103 ce se trezeau, se sim\u021beau mai bine \u0219i c\u0103 el, H\u00e2ncu \u0103sta, c\u00e2nd a auzit la mine un cuv\u00e2nt, parc\u0103 ,,am\u0103r\u00e2tule”, a sim\u021bit deodat\u0103 c\u0103 trebuie s\u0103 m\u0103 omoare \u0219i m-a electrocutat. Apoi mi-a spus c\u0103 Ion primise \u00eenvoire de la Sterea s\u0103 se libereze, fiindc\u0103 \u00eei spusese c\u0103 e s\u0103n\u0103tos, da’ \u0219i \u0103sta, c\u00e2nd a auzit ,,scaltoace” de la un supraveghetor, l-a omor\u00e2t. Cam asta-i tot.
\n– Noi am g\u0103sit \u00een \u0219emineu ni\u0219te ziare arse pe jum\u0103tate. Pe c\u00e2teva se puteau citi articole despre crime bestiale. Am verificat numele asasinilor – cu to\u021bii au fost bolnavii lui Sterea. \u00cen spatele oglinzii sparte de glon\u021b era o videotec\u0103 – casetele de care vorbea Mi\u0219u… Tipul le relaxa psihicul cu imaginile zborului \u0219i apoi \u00eei bombarda cu imagini subliminale, reprezent\u00e2nd crime. Hipnoza des\u0103v\u00e2r\u0219ea opera. Poate pentru distrac\u021bie le inocula parole la care s\u0103 se declan\u0219eze dorin\u021ba de a ucide.
\n– Lucra subtil tipu’, zise Pelicanu g\u00e2nditor.
\n– Te cred, doar te aiurise \u0219i pe tine. M\u0103 mir cum de n-a reu\u0219it s\u0103 te-conving\u0103 s\u0103 ape\u0219i pe tr\u0103gaci.
\nPelicanu lu\u0103 un aer savant.
\n– Bine, m\u0103i b\u0103ie\u021bi, cum era s\u0103 trag f\u0103r\u0103 soma\u021bie?!…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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