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6 Septembrie '99


In ultima vreme nu mi s-a intamplat prea des sa vorbesc cu mama dar azi m-am decis sa o sun. Mama e nostalgica uneori iar eu ma simt stanjenita pentru ca majoritatea evenimentelor 'majore' nu mi le amintesc iar ea se pare ca se hraneste cu ele. Ca orice mama isi aminteste de la primul meu plans pana la ultima mea sclipire, isi aminteste noptile in care dormeam zambind, zilele cand eram prea visatoare si dupa amiezile prea plictisitoare.
Azi mama plangea la telefon si nu intelegeam de ce, niciodata nu stiu daca am facut ceva gresit sau daca i-am provocat o mare fericire caci mama plange la amandoua. Mama mi-a povestit de data de 6 septembrie 1999 iar eu am intreban 'cine a murit atunci, ca nu mai tin minte' a trecut o vreme pana sa imi raspunsa ' atunci ai plecat tu la Bucuresti la facultate si de atunci numar orele pe an, de cate ori te vad....iar anul asta nu te-am vazut deloc...atunci te-am pierdut eu: 6 septembrie 1999 la ora 10 seara, cand ai plecat, de tot...'
Parerile de rau le-am lasat in urma mea, pe peron dar n-a fost nimeni sa le culeaga.

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