Ministrul cel voinic si copiii de aur din Pungesti-de Dan Poenaru

O buna parte a populatiei Romaniei a fost ravasita in ultima vreme de evenimentele politico-economice privind asa zisele investitii straine care ne aduc…cu forta, independenta energetica si prosperitate.  Cei care au dorit sa se informeze in acest sens au putut s-o faca din pacate doar prin intermediul unor afise lipite pe zidurile oraselor, a unor emisiuni sporadice de la cateva televiziuni dar mai ales prin noua “Europa Libera” reprezentata si dezvoltata tot mai mult de retelele de socializare.

Cred ca subiectul Pungesti ar fi meritat o larga acoperire in media centrala, ar fi trebuit sa fie dezbatut  sub toate aspectele, creand posibilitatea unor discutii la care sa participe cele mai luminate minti ale spiritualitatii romanesti. Acest deziderat ar fi putut fi atins daca am fi avut in media persoane potrivite ca decidenti si  jurnalisti nu doar talentati dar si cu o probitate morala exemplara, capabili sa reziste la tot felul de presiuni.

In acest sens ar fi fost interesant daca vreun jurnalist s-ar fi aplecat si asupra unui aspect care a fost mult prea usor  trecut cu vederea. Este vorba de oripilantul ordin ministerial emis cu promptitudine de tanarul alchimist aflat la conducerea educatiei din Romania. In acest ordin, ministrul cerea directorului scolii din Pungesti sa interzica elevilor sa lipseasca de la ore. Pana aici, nimic neobisnuit.

Doar ca ordinul nu s-a oprit aici. Cerera expresa a ministrului era ca elevii sa frecventeze cursurile si sa NU absenteze pe considerentul ca participa alaturi de parintii lor la protestul impotriva exploatarii gazelor de sist la ei in comuna. Solicitarea a pus intr-o situatie stresanta inclusiv profesorii care erau astfel nevoiti  sa-i indemne pe copii sa nu-si   urmeze parintii.

O empatie elementara ne obliga moralmente sa rezonam cu starea sufleteasca a copiilor care in acest fel au fost informati ca parintii lor savarsesc un fapt antisocial. Lansez o intrebare retorica: ce gandesc oare copiii intr-o atare situatie? E clar ca sufletul fiecaruia dintre ei se afla la o tulburatoare rascruce. Ori  urmeaza ordinul autoritatilor scolare, ori ramane solidar cu familia care l-a crescut, iubit si educat.

In primul caz se creeaza o disponibilitate  in psihicul copilului de a trece in caz de presiune suplimentara la delatiune impotriva propriei familii.  O abordare similara a condus in nu suficient de indepartata epoca stalinista la premierea unui copil care si-a denuntat proprii parinti. Putine lucruri sunt mai infricosatoare decat aceasta iar celor care considera paralela exagerata as dori sa le amintesc ca toate abuzurile au inceput prin a fi…ignorate. Mesajul ministrului este incalificabil pentru ca se insinueaza in intimitatea relatiilor dintre copii si parinti.

In al doilea caz, cel al solidarizarii copiilor cu parintii…in ganduri si simtiri, stresul generat de ordinul ministerial creeaza elevilor un prim reflex de impotrivire sau chiar de ura fata de autoritatea statala care i-a pus intr-o astfel de situatie. Pentru acesti viitori cetateni aflati in plina formare a personalitatii, autoritatea menita sa le asigure protectia si sprijinul devine un pericol si un potential adversar.

Ar fi interesant de stiut cum justifica din punct de vedere psiho-pedagogic aceasta hotarare intempestiva ministrul cel blindat cu nenumarate diplome in domeniul comunicarii si care sunt urmarile demersului sau in devenirea acestor copii.

Urmarind desfasurarea evenimentelor nu mai trageam nadejde ca presa centrala sa dezbata acest aspect. Dar sincer sa fiu, m-a surprins si ma surprinde in continuare lipsa de reactie a unor ONG-uri profilate pe apararea drepturilor copilului sau a familiei. Ele trebuiau sa se afle in prima linie in a sanctiona acest grav derapaj generat de ordinul in cauza.

Acest episod, aparent nesemnificativ judecand dupa reflectarea sa in media, dovedeste ca actualul minstru este un om total depasit de complexitatea si exigentele postului pe care il ocupa, fara sa-si dea seama catusi de putin de gravitatea demersului sau. In acest sens, domnul Pricopie se incadreaza perfect la categoria: “Eu sunt mic, nu stiu nimic…”. Cred ca omului nici nu-i trece prin cap ca pentru asa ceva ar fi cazul sa-si dea demisia.

 

P.S. Ma intreb oare ce va gandi peste ani copilul acela de 15-16 ani care striga disperat si se agata de tatal lui care era “indubat” cu forta de catre jandarmi? Va putea oare sa depaseasca  acest episod traumatizant si va mai putea avea incredere in autoritatea statului?

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Prostitutia media si televiziunile de stiri din Romania

Televiziunile de stiri din Romania nu inceteaza sa ma uimeasca  prin prestatia lor si concursul…”pe aparate” in a debusola consumatorii de informatie. Evenimentele ce au marcat aceast sfarsit de an au dezvaluit vulnerabilitatile posturilor media in fata presiunilor politicului si a grupurilor de interese.

Dupa cum au ratat in cor prima zi de proteste nationale impotriva proiectului Rosia Montana, asa s-au fofilat si acum din fata unor evenimente grave, jenante pentru democratia unei tari membre UE. Sarbatoarea Craciunului a fost un moment propice pentru a deturna atentia de la problemele majore lasate de izbeliste de catre guvernanti. Printre vedete  si colinzi, emisiunile de stiri au trecutsub tacere suferinta unora din concetatenii nostri. Orice subiect, cat de minor sau de picant ar fi fost, l-au intors pe toate fetele in speranta ca dedesubturile neplacute ale realitatii immediate vor fi incet dar sigur, uitate. Am putea spune ca de sarbatori ne dorim cu totii un moment de respiro, de solemnitate neintinata.

Nu e nimic rau in aceasta aspiratie; doar ca in timp ce noi ne bucuram de aceste momente speciale, concetateni de- ai nostri erau privati de toate drepturile lor fundamentale in favoarea protejarii, cu mijloace platite din bani publici, ale intereselor unei companii multinationale. Pungestenii sunt sub asediul jandarmeriei, inchisi in propria lor tara intr-o zona abuziv declarata de “siguranta speciala”. Pungestenii nu au sarbatori…caci nu poti sarbatori cand esti asediat, intimidat sau “indubat” dupa voia unor forte politienesti  aservite puterii.

In aceste zile cu mare incarcatura spirituala 20 de pungesteni au intrat in greva foamei. Am aflat de pe Facebook. Au sunat fara succes ore in sir la 112 in speranta ca vor primi asistenta de la Salvare pentru monitorizarea starii de sanatate a grevistilor. Am aflat de pe …Facebook. Televiziunile de stiri au continuat sa difuzeze sis a dezbata orice…infara de acest subiect. Acest fenomen imi aminteste dureros de anii de dinanite de ’89 cand romanii au intors spatele televiziunii publice pentru a se informa de la Europa Libera. Si atunci, ca si acum, mediile informatice i-au abandonat, au trecut sub tacere suferintele de zi cu zi ale populatiei si s-au pliat in fata politicului. Acum au facut ureche suta la apelurile disperate ale celor din Pungesti si si-au concentrat atentia asupra unui individ mediocru, prins  in off-side de catre procurori. Deputatul Coman este un nimeni din foarte multe puncte de vedere iar fapta de care este acuzat este o potlogarie jenanta. Asta nu inseamna  ca trebuie iertat de media sau ca acest caz nu merita o dezbatere publica. Dar gravitatea faptei sale, implicatiile gestului sau sunt mult sub gravitatea celor ce se petrec la Pungesti cu girul Primului ministru si al Guvernului. La Pungesti cetatenii asediati au luat o hotarare majora care le pune in pericol viata. Acest gest este expresia determinarii lor pentru apararea drepturilor ce le-au fost incalcate. Este in acelasi timp si expresia disperarii in fata evidentei ignorari din partea guvernantilor, a presei centrale si a televiziunilor de stiri.

Declinul acestora din urma a inceput de ceva vreme, in momentul in care partizanatele politice ale fiecarui post au devenit mult prea vizibile pentru ca informatiile oferite sa fie credibile. O vreme aceasta disfunctie…a functionat in favoarea cetateanului, adevarul aflandu-se intotdeauna undeva la mijlocul afirmatiilor facute de posturile concurente.

Insa in cazul grevistilor de la Pungesti, vechii opozanti au ajuns la o decizie comuna: trecerea sub tacere a evenimentului. Aici nu mai e vorba de o scapare; e vorba de o decizie constienta, o marturie dirtecta si concreta  a prostituarii televiziunilor.

Este un gest constient si este o recidiva jenanta. Este o tradare fata de cetatenii care platesc serviciile oferite de posturile de televiziune. Este un act de tradare fata de catatenii lasati de izbeliste la indemana abuzurilor politicului. Este un act de tradare fata de deontologia profesionala pe care le place atat de mult sa o clameze public.

Este abandonarea spiritului sarbatorilor pe care s-au cocotat cu tot entuziasmul in aceste zile, al spiritului pe care l-au fluturat ca pe o justificare. Este abandonarea spiritului solidaritatii si compasiunii care coaguleaza o societate. Ma intreb in mod logic daca  aceasta opacitate subita fata de subiect nu acopera o culpa generata de interese in acest domeniu.

Pe micul ecran  continua dezbaterea furibunda sau cu accente comice a cazul aceluiasi nimeni. Anuntul tanarului politician atipic despre greva foamei  celor de la Pungesti, apelul sau catre Ministrul de interne pentru ridicarea asediului  se pierde repede in vacarmul disputei dintre moderatoare si un ilustru membru al puterii. Media nu vrea sa auda de Pungesti. Nu e de bon ton. Media se teme de acest adevar. Sa-l admita ar insemna sa fie nevoita sa puna punctul pe i. Sa piarda avantaje pe care se fereste sa le admita. N-ar mai putea respecta dorinta premierului de a avea liniste. Nu l-ar putea menaja,  punandu-i intrebari despre lucruri insignifiante  sau ridicandu-i mingea la fileu.

Cel mai grav lucru pe care il fac aceste canale media este ascunderea/ acoperirea lucrurilor majore care se intampla in tara aceasta, substituindu-le cu altele de mai putina importanta.

Cercul mincinosilor s-a inchis. Am ramas sa ne informam noi intre noi, in spatiul virtual. Doar munca plina de talent si abnegatie a unor reporteri de investigatie mai salveaza onoarea zdrentuita a televiziunilor. Emisiunile lor sunt singurele luminite in noaptea mintii ce s-a asternut peste media.

The encounter

That morning she woke up in the middle of a dream. She almost fell off the bed trying to get back to reality. In her dream she was carried away by an invisible stream, flowing along the pathways of the Milky Way. It has been wonderful out there and the cold, grey autumn morning painfully shocked her senses.

She tottered towards the bathroom and the bubbling, icy water washed away the dizziness. She had a short breakfast and while the cat was purring at her feet, she almost spilled the milk on the floor. She banged the door behind her and ran downstairs, taking two steps at the time.

A sudden blow of wind shook the row of lime and chestnut trees, whirling up and down, blending copper leaves and dust, rolling shining balls of chestnut along the streets. The old Jaguar coughed and started slowly, rolling out of the garage. Sally drove carefully, peeking up from time to time to the troubled skies. The ragged sheets of rain clouds hung lazily from above like smoke laces…

The day at the office passed without any significant event. The place was crowded and noisy, filled with people crawling around. Eight hours of continuous buzzing left Sally with a light headache. She soon realized that all she needed was a long walk on the beach. She loved the restlessness of the sea and the salty breeze filling the air.

She left her car near the passage and walked down the stairs. Chilling blows of wind were hitting the sand and rippled the surface of the sea. Hungry fingers of foam were pointing towards the swirling clouds and then falling back, melting in the troubled heart of the sea. Yellow grains of sand were rolling in frenzy with a harsh sound, like the tail of an invisible, giant dragon running across the beach…

Sitting on the top of a cliff right above the stormy waters, Sally watched dreamingly the ceaseless movement of Nature. A strangely shaped dark mass, moving slowly trough the steel-blue waters caught suddenly her eyes. A long, dark brown neck, covered by an oily skin emerged from the sea. The head was small, triangular, with thin nostrils and a large mouth. It was a lizard’s face, but the eyes were entirely different. They were large, dark blue, spotted by golden sparks. Sally and the creature stared at each other for a moment, and then he gracefully immerged in the waves and disappeared.

The girl stood there holding her breath, trying to keep in her memory as much as she could about that soft, gleaming look in the eyes of that wonderful creature.

“Nobody would ever believe this…-she thought. Maybe it’s better like this.”

Like getting out of a world of dreams, she looked around.  It was getting late. She resumed her pace and turned home.

THE TREE

The Matriarch was basking in the warmth of the afternoon sun; she was dreaming about the old days, the days of a long forgotten beginning. She stretched and turned her senses to towards the surging memories…

 

The planet was young and barren; she had barely silenced the inside torment and got her oceans and continents set in place. The air cleared and she felt exhausted; the tiny globe needed some rest in the deep silence that surrounded her. Only the monotonous thru and fro of the waves could be heard or the whistle of the wind running over the vast emptiness. A wave broke on the rocky shore and the white foam bubbled between the colorful pebbles…There were no living creatures around. Only land, water and air… The planet was lonely; she dreamed about something to lift her spirit, something to make her happy and something to make her…beautiful. She longed for that, though she didn’t know what that would be. Another empty day passed by and during that night the sky filled with sparks; one of them slowly approached the little planet and dived in the atmosphere.

For a moment the sky lit up in a maze of colors; the planet watched in amazement. The sparks hit the surface, spreading all over the barren land, sinking deep into the ground. The light faded out and the night muffled the sounds. The planet wondered for a moment: she felt…different. Happier. The waves of the ocean rocked her gently into sleep.

 

 

 

They were an old race, a race of creators; they brought to life the barren, new or old planets. They traveled through the Universe in tight clusters, riding spreading dust clouds, hurried comets, asteroids, currents of Space. They landed on the chosen planets and helped life to emerge…then left for another new destination. Sometimes, they got tired or their number decreased dangerously so they settled indefinitely on a planet.

The Matriarch remembered the day of their arrival here; she took an instant like at the tiny planet. They spread all over her surface and in a very short time the creation begun. She vividly remembered the happiness and awe of their host as her surface filled with colors, movements, noises, scents and incredible living creatures. At that time the Matriarch was a young and ambitious Creator. Her roots eagerly dived into the dusty, rocky surface, spread into a thick web of connections, dug up water and precious minerals. In less than a rotation around the golden sun, the planet was covered by a lush green forest, each tree intimately connected to the ones around it and living in a planetary family. There were tall, erect, powerful Matriarchs and their gracious, young siblings scattered around but their roots were firmly entwined. The trees dreamed, created and gave birth to the creatures roaming the lands, swimming in the waters or flying in the skies. It was a collective work but it left enough place for individual fantasy and creativity.

Everybody was happy and content. As the living system connected, it became functional and independent from their birth-mothers. They entered the cycle of life, decay and death….giving birth, raising their own siblings, fighting for a better place in the creating forest. The creators were pleased with the result of their dreams and so was the planet. She protected and nourished them; she wasn’t lonely and pointless anymore. In time some of the creators changed and stopped to give birth to new species. They became…a new species, rooted in the fertile soil, embracing the sunlight. They’ve lost the need for traveling and decided to stay put. The older ones protested at the beginning, scolded their siblings but they couldn’t take off by themselves. They were too old and exhausted to depart without the young generation. The Matriarchs gave in and learned to live here; after all, they have fulfilled their creative duty. The world around teemed with life…

 

The Matriarch sighed from inside; she was the oldest Creator left, the last one that had the gift of life. She hasn’t used it for ages; she was too tired and the last storm left her crippled. The huge trunk was hit by a lightning and it split; the whole upper section fell to the ground, leaving her shattered and barren. Fortunately her siblings fed her and supported her until she healed the wound and new branches emerged from bellow, supporting her needs. Under the caressing warmth she dozed off and she had a dream.

It was a very peculiar one; for the first time after long years she dreamt about a new creature. He was…highly unusual; not because of the features- some of the Creators have had similar looking children before. But this creature was entirely different from the inside; he was inquisitive and creative…like a Creator.

The Matriarch shied away from her own dream; she was way too old for such a difficult creation. Yet, she was the only one who could bring this child to life; all the others around her had given up on their gift for a comfortable stillness. Sure, they were interconnected and they were constantly communicating; but even her young offspring weren’t interested in developing creating capacities. So she took a deep breath and reached deep down into the ground; the planet sensed her and reached out curiously.

“Do you have something for me?”-whispered the planet.

“ I have one last child to create; I’ve just dreamt him…-answered the tree. But I am so…old and vulnerable; what if I fail?”

“I’ll be here with you, don’t worry. Take your time…”

 

 

The Matriarch dived inside her inner universe and gathered the creative energies; she slowly grew a cocoon of light inside the huge bulk of the broken trunk. The light faded out and the cocoon hardened until it looked like a big egg made of white silk thread. Another week passed by and the Matriarch seemed absent-minded most of the time; she was carefully building the last of her children. The planet watched her in silence. Finally, she turned towards her long-time host:

“It’s done- murmured the Matriarch. He’s ready to be born. Watch over him…I’m exhausted …”

“Thank you-relax…I’m right here. Let him out!”

The silky cover cracked and a hand emerged from inside. It fingered carefully the edges and surfaces and pushed away larger pieces, unraveling the inside of the egg. The creature stood up, stretched and looked around with curiosity. He was tall, slender, with long limbs and fair, almost hairless skin. His eyes were big, warm-brown and his hair was a darker shade of the same color. The planet watched him in amazement.

“What is this new child?”-she asked in a tiny voice.

“It’s a…man, a human…-whispered the Matriarch.

“ But…he’s alone…”-the planet was slightly puzzled.

“ I…don’t know…if I would be able to…give birth…to his pair…I’m….soooo…tired…”

The youth was wandering around, touching carefully the rugged trunks of the trees, the soft blades of emerald grass, the dew-drops pending on the tip of the leaves, the flowers of the meadow…He smelled the fragrant air and smiled. The planet pushed a fruit in his way and suggested him to taste it. The new child of the world liked the gift. His eyes were sparkling with excitement. He roamed all around under the careful guidance of the planet and he returned to the Matriarch out bursting with emotions but awfully tired. He cuddled up inside the opening of the old tree and fell asleep instantly, folding in her protective arms.

“He’s wonderful.”-said the planet quietly. I don’t want to lose him. I can’t leave him alone; he needs his pair to survive. Matriarch, let me think this over!”

But the Matriarch was already lost in dreams, lovingly holding her last precious creation. The planet retreated silently; she had a problem to solve.

 

The fire surged from the core of the planet; golden streaks of fiery light seeped into the rocky ground and filled the web of delicate cracks. The planetary wood woke up in a shock; long forgotten memories were stirred by the touch of the blazing underground. Some of the younger ones were puzzled, while the ones of the older generation were reluctant to recall their original purpose. But the planet was adamant and she pushed them to the limits; the ground trembled under their roots menacingly. Their patient host wasn’t taking a” No “ for an answer this time!

So the Creators woke up and set in motion; the cocoons of light and silk filled the branches in a frenzied effort to achieve in one night all that was dreamed by the most venerable of their community. Then, the magic struck! The Creators started to add their own personal touch to the new creatures imagined by the Matriarch. They re-lived the joy and elation of bringing up a new life, something marvelous and unseen before. They played with colors and features, size and shape, height and genders until the branches filled with translucent cocoons holding the treasure of a brand new species.

The planet watched in awe the turmoil she created and she smiled from the inside. Something unique was unfolding under her eyes! The Matriarch was about to have a huge surprise.

 

The morning peeked though the scattered rosy clouds and the trembling green foliage of the forest. The youth cuddled inside the tree-hollow shifted in his sleep and mumbled something. He had slept badly, his mind was filled with the dreams he had. Something soft and warm touched his face; he cautiously opened his eyes and turned to see what it was. Another pair of leaf-green eyes looked back at him from a lovely face. The long, reddish-brown strands tickled him and he chuckled. The girl tilted her head and smiled at him; she lent a hand to the youth, gesturing to call him out. He smiled back and took her hand, stood up and left the warmth of his nest behind.

The world around them filled with the soft cracking of the cocoons and the new race took over the planet. The planet sighed and relaxed, watching her new children enjoying the marvels of the world. The Matriarch basked in the morning sun; she was happy and grateful to the little planet. The work of Creation was now completed. The new race would one day reach out and conquer the stars…

Just a winter tale

 

It’s just a winter tale; something happening on a small planet lost in the swirling maze of stars.  It’s just another galaxy reaching out to the deep darkness of the surrounding void with eager fingers of fire and dust. And it’s only me, a bored human, stuck to this planet in an attempt to gather some money for my early retirement from the Starfleet.

I have worked and traveled for the last twenty years all around the known and the unknown Universe. I’ve seen enough wonder and misery for the rest of my life so I decided to retire to the farm I’ve bought with my savings. It’s a large piece of fertile land in a remote area, deep in the wilderness. I need to rebuild my peace of mind.

This last assignment is one of surveillance over the population of an inconspicuous planet, warmed up and kept alive by a young sun. The inhabitants are human colonists, living in communities scattered all around the globe. I keep an eye on them from my venting point well hidden by the holographic image of a landscape. There are lots of small satellites in the sky, offering up-to-date images about what is happening on the premises. Autumn has just ended in this part of the world, leaving behind barren trees and lands. The sky mirrors the ground with its long rows of grey clouds; they slowly drag themselves across the hill tops and the thicket of entwined fingers of trees. The chilling wind pushes the veil of rain, mixing it up with scattered golden leaves….

Then, one night, Winter came riding the great Northern Wind and stopped to look upon the sleeping planet. He raised a long, slender finger to the skies and made a magic sign in the air. The frozen blanket of clouds suddenly opened, showering the land with sparkling icy stars. As the morning sun climbed over the dimmed horizon, the snow has already covered everything, filling the cracks and hiding imperfections. A new reign has started.

The creature moved cautiously at the edge of the forest, trying to leave only a few traces of her passage. A low branch snapped, releasing a blur of dusty snow above her. She stopped confused and listened carefully. I magnified her image on the screen; she was a rare appearance, almost like “once in a lifetime”. Some of my friends at the Base doubted that she even existed. She belonged to the race that once inhabited the planet. They were mercilessly hunted down by the human colonists who pretended that these creatures were non-intelligent. I was doubtful but the politics was that now the planet belonged to the humans.

I kept watching her struggle through the frozen pathways and under the canopy of frosty lace and shining icicles. The illusion of close contact was so powerful that I could smell the acrid scent of fear, radiating from the elusive creature. She was slender and gracious, an unexpected mix of humanlike and lizard features. In the shimmering light dancing on her contours she looked fragile and lost. She had smooth, golden skin and deep-blue eyes with slit pupils. The translucent wings on her back were too small for a flight. She’s was a very young female, who probably got caught by the sudden snow-storm and lost her track.

The unexpected burst of terror filling her mind hit me hard; she sprang forward and took a direct way downhill. She stopped for a moment and turned; she looked sharply…in my direction. I knew that I was invisible for everybody but at the same time I realized that somehow she became aware of my presence. She then turned and disappeared in the blazing light. I stood there in deep shock, trying to assess the happenings. Just as I thought, these creatures were intelligent and sensitive. To leave them to the mercy of the ignorant occupiers meant to become accessory to their murder. Defying the rule that forbade us from intervening, I’ve set a satellite on her and tried to follow the tracks. It took me more than half a day of careful scrutiny until I’ve spotted her silhouette, curled up tightly under a rack of boulders. She was motionless. The humans chasing her were leaving the place empty-handed and angry. The blood spots on the snow were the only victory they’ve gained from the hunt.

I left the satellite-camera fixed on her and waited until the light dimmed and the elongated shadows of the trees lied down on the cold blanket covering their roots. I took some medical aids and hopped into the tiny shuttle. I found the creature exhausted, pained and half-frozen. Again, she sensed my presence and tried to escape but she was too weak. I remained hidden from her view to minimize the shock and quickly sedated her. After securing her inside the shuttle, we returned to my quarters. I’ve placed her on the bed and tried to scan the body to see how deep the wounds were.

As I suspected, the creature was basically just like us on the inside…and then, I had a surprise that almost knocked me off my feet. A new life was moving inside her. I stopped the scanner right above the baby and felt a pleasant tickling in my mind. Trustful curiosity and playfulness were mixing in the soft touch. The baby was reaching out at me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and tried to suggest calm and security to the tiny life.  He…giggled, tickling my mind.

The following days and weeks I did my best to learn to communicate with the mother; whenever we got stuck, the little one eased the way. He trusted me and the young mom learned to trust me to. I named her Kisha. From her mind-to-mind connection I’ve learned that they/the natives of the planet/ were only about fifty some individuals, trying to survive to the constant threat of the humans. They never had enemies so they were basically defenseless. They were peaceful creatures, silent and respectful towards each other. Knowing all this I was left with only one option: save the last remnants.

It took me another week of frenzied search and work over the Intel(the Galactic Computer Device) to set everything in motion. Night after night I moved the creatures in, under the station roof and prepared to embark for another planet. Sad and happy moments mixed up day by day. The station became overcrowded but nobody complained.

Then came the night of the take-off and we gathered for the last time to watch the planet on screen. Emotions filled the air and I was abashed by the amount of love and grief that surrounded me. Outside, the winter was raging over the curves of the hills and the frozen, electric-blue ribbons of captive rivers. The ice-coated branches of the trees were cracking in the high wind, unable to stand against the mad tantrum thrown by the blizzard. It looked like the planet was making its last attempt to hold back her children. I was afraid that if the storm would not slow down, we’d lose the window of opportunity to escape from here.

I searched the room for Kisha and found her in a corner, bent by pain. As I connected to her, the same feelings flooded my mind; I reached out mentally for the baby. He was struggling with the powerful thrust that tried to separate him from the warm, protective space that was his home. The birth has started. Before I could utter a sound, people surrounded us and their thoughts were comforting, supportive. The small gem of life started its way out under their loving guidance…but his mind held me close. It felt like a little finger clinging trustfully to my hand.

While the storm was rattling the planet, trying to kick her out of the orbit, inside the room the warmth of connection enveloped us. With a final push, the new life arrived to the world. His tiny voice echoed through the Universe and for a fraction of a moment, Time halted its run. Touched by the magic of this new addition to the light, the storm ended abruptly and the sky cleared.

From the vast canopy of black velvet all the stars of the night were shining, welcoming their little brother. The glow spread all around. I took the baby in my arms and kissed him. He was beautiful, precious and unique. He was the star of a new dawn. We named him Kibo (hope). The starship launched towards the sky while the planet faded into the background. The Galaxy made a happy loop: every new life is a miracle!

Joyful holidays to you all!

Miracle on another planet

The great whirl of blazing light is spinning around its hidden center, arms of fire and stardust fingering the endless void around…somewhere inside this pulsing ring of fire there’s a small blue drop, revolving around a modest young sun. A drop of azure in the ocean of blinding light and swirling, hot dust…

The planet is teaming with life under the protective blanket of transparent air and ever changing streams of clouds. Sometimes lazy, sometimes turbulent oceans and seas are constantly washing the sandy or rocky shores, thick, lush forests stretch over hills and steep mountains. There’s light, color, sound and fragrance everywhere. Life has been victorious here.

As expected, at a certain moment in time one of the animal species started its bumpy evolution towards intelligence and self-awareness. They rule now their own life and live in a tolerably respectful relation with Nature surrounding them. This human species has split in two and agreed at some point to divide the planet between them. They look very much the same and only a few features and habits differentiate them. They have wings…all of them. The Angels have white feathered ones, while the Night Flyers have kept the originally translucent ones. The more colorful Angels have hair colors ranging from silver to flaming red and their eyes are mostly various shades of blue and green. The Night Flyers are dark haired and their almond-shaped black eyes are sometimes speckled with tiny golden spots. The Angels live mainly on the plains and the soft-curved hills while the Night Flyers are highlanders. They trade goods and knowledge between them but they don’t mix. This habit has become a long respected custom.

But the laws of humans are not eternal and they aren’t laws of Nature or of the Universe, that’s for sure. They are becoming obsolete and they are…decaying just like those who had stated them. Not that this goes ever easily; try to challenge them and you’ll find a lot of supporters, despite the obvious stupidity or injustice of those laws. People tend to act like enraged dogs when you try to rob them of a prized…bone. Still, it’s worth to try. Step out from the ranks and find your own pathway!

The story begins on the Angel side, in an average family. Their eldest daughter has turned 18 and she has become officially an adult. The family has also two younger girls and a first born boy of 23. Arielle is a very peculiar girl; calm, quiet but hard to bend, she has a mind of her own.

Arielle’s childhood had been a happy; she’d been a joyful tomboy, climbing all the trees and all the fences. Things started to change while she became a teenager; her mother noticed that Arielle desperately tried to erase any traits of womanhood. She became obsessed by hard sports and she kept working out her body to look manlier. The once easygoing girl turned up soft spoken and a loner. She had no close friends and she refused to wear dress outside the school.  Though her mother did her best trying to find out the reason for this sudden change, her daughter shied away from her questioning. After a while the family decided to let her be, hoping that sooner or later she would grow out of this phase. There was one more noticeable change in Arielle’s appearance: her silky blond hair turned into silver, a very rare color among young people. As for the wings, she still has 7 years to wait until it would sprout.

Due to the more comfortable environment, Angels had longer childhood, so their wings were ready to out only at the age of 25. The Night Flyers got their wings at 20.

Finishing high-school Arielle opted for the ArtSchool; she was talented and could more easily express herself through drawing and painting. Her brother was already working and ready to marry the daughter of a prominent family. For Arielle anything like that was out of question; she equally disliked the company of girls or boys. She found solace in roaming the depth of the thick woods that covered the hills and the mountain-slope towering above the city. With a backpack and her guiding instinct she used to leave the house early in the morning to return only when the shades of the closing night were enveloping the streets of the city.

Ryu sat on the cliff above the small waterfall, enjoying the playful light turning into rainbow through each water droplet. This was his favorite spot in the thick, dark forest; it was peaceful and untamed. He used to spend some of his free time, gazing into nothingness, dreaming up new fantastic shapes to be carved out from the scattered wood. Yet this time, he wasn’t alone; a slender human was moving cautiously through the forest below. The person looked very strange and out of place here; with shoulder long silver hair tied in a loose pony-tail, long and delicate limbs and a small back pack this was for sure an inhabitant of the town…a young Angel.

Ryu decided to take action only when the distance would shorten; he waited a few moments, than took a flight and landed closely behind the stranger.

-Lady! I think you ventured much too far for your safety! This is not a playground for city-girls; the forest is a dangerous place for somebody on its own.

The stranger took a sharp turn and faced the young Night Flyer.

-I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not a girl and I feel comfortable in this forest. I hope that’s not an inconvenient for you.

The voice was a light tenor and the face disturbingly…beautiful. From the oval of the face two light-green eyes were watching him intently. A thin, straight nose and nicely curved pink lips completed the androgynous figure. The youth tilted his head and assessed the young man in front of him. Ryu was taller and had a strong bony structure, enhanced by the powerful translucent wings. His black hair was cropped short and the tiny golden droplets were sparkling in his deep-black eyes. The full lips were stretched into a teasing smile. He watched the stranger for a moment and then laughed.

-Sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you; it’s just that you’re the first inhabitant of the city bellow I have ever encountered venturing so far in the forest.

-It’s fine with me-smiled back the stranger. I’m Ariel. Who are you?

So this is how it started…and it went on at high speed. In less than two weeks they were close friends, anxiously waiting for each sunrise and another meeting. Whatever they hid from the outside world, they could easily share with each other. Ariel opened up like never before and Ryu fell in love almost instantly with this unusual and complicated youth. Their highly creative and sensitive mind entwined and so did their soul. They roamed the forest and when the sun dropped beyond the horizon, Ryu flew Ariel close to his home and then backed silently in the forest, to his own high town.

The young Angel was still holding back his deepest secret; it was a constant torment for him, he didn’t know how to…share it. Yet, there came a moment when the truth burst out. He and Ryu were attracted to each other like magnets and sooner or later, they felt the need of a closer relation. They were sitting on the top of a cliff, under the warm shower of the afternoon sun; a strand of hair fell in Ariel’s face and Ryu pushed it aside to watch the lovely face. The gentleness of the touch stirred up the hidden feelings of the Angel. He jumped and ran back.

-Don’t treat me like a girl! You’re my only friend! I cannot take it anymore!

Ryu caught him from behind and stopped him.

-Hey! What’s wrong? Tell me!

Ariel shuddered and turned away.

-You are right-his voice almost a whisper. I am…freak: a man born into the body of a girl. No matter how hard I try, I am a prisoner of my own twisted birth. My family cannot accept that; they still expect me to…grow out of myself, of my pretense that I am in fact a man. You are the only one ever who treated me right; I cannot loose you! I…I am so desperate…I wish I could die…

-So-said Ryu in a calm voice-you think you’re the only freak around? Well, my friend, you’re wrong. To my own people and family I am a freak for sure’ cause I am a man who loves…men. So I fell in love with you, head over the heels and I don’t care how odd you think you are.

-But what am I?!-cried out Ariel.

-I don’t know and I don’t care. For as much as I know, you’re a unique and beautiful person and I’ll be damned if I let you go away. Ariel…

Ryu held him close and kissed him until the stiffness of the slender young man dissipated entirely. They stood there embraced then Ryu whispered in Ariel’s ears.

-Let me show you something.

He flew the youth deep into the forested area to a high tree; well hidden between the huge branches and under the cascading green leaves there was a tree-house, Ryu’s private summer place. Ariel’s eyes rounded in surprise as he looked around; the place was wonderfully created and decorated with many of Ryu’s carvings. It was a place out of a fairy tale. It had all the comfort needed so they both sat on the bed and relaxed.

-I’ve always dreamed about a tree-house…said Ariel, light filling his eyes. You made this?

-It’s my secret place; now it‘s yours to…it’s ours.

Ariel closed his eyes and leaned against the Night Flyer. The translucent wings enveloped them…and the rest was bliss. They became lovers.

The sparkling seed moved daringly along the warm, dark path; he was searching for that fertile spot where he could nest and bring out the light he was carrying. That sizzling moment when he dived in slightly altered the spin of the Galaxy. For a fraction of a second, Time halted and took a deep breath…

Days and weeks went on as Ariel and Ryu’s love blossomed; even some of the family members noticed the change in their look and mood but they were happy with the fact that these odd youth weren’t bothering them with their peculiarities. Ariel’s main concern was his brother; Bart has secretly threatened him that he would kill “her” if “she” embarrasses him or their family in any way. Ryu’s family wasn’t that conflicting; they were slightly annoyed by this son of theirs but on the whole the Night Flyers were a more tolerant community. Yet they disliked the Angels for their upstart behavior and kept only the necessary contact with their civilization. Coming out with this love was unthinkable on both sides; yet the need for each-other of the youth grew stronger every day, speeding up the unfolding of the events.

It was one of the late summer afternoons with golden light flowing languidly over the surroundings, blurring the contours, the warmth muffling the noises of the forest.

-I have to go home, Ryu. My parents are out with the little ones, visiting the grand parents and I’m alone with my brother. I have a feeling that he suspects something and I don’t want him to find out about us.

-I’ll take you home and leave you inside the forest. He would not be able to spot us but take care, love. Let’s go!

Ryu put Ariel down on the pathway and kissed him good bye. He watched him until the Angel reached the exit from the woods, then he turned home. He was hopeful yet he sensed the danger hanging in the air. Ryu had the distinct feeling that they weren’t alone. He sighed and tried to shake away the concerns; if only the dawn would come sooner…

Ariel found the house empty; his brother wasn’t at home. Relieved, he went up to his room and changed his clothes. The door banged behind, making him turn abruptly. Towering above him, a strongly built young Angel watched grimly: his brother, Bart.

-You stupid bitch!-he thundered. I knew you were seeing someone but I’ve never thought that you’d be hanging out with…those!!!

The fury in his voice was almost tangible; he stepped in front of Ariel and hit him hard. The younger Angel lost balance and fell backwards on the bed. After that things only got worse; he remembered biting Bart and fighting him bitterly. Then everything was engulfed by pain and fear…

He woke up in darkness, lying on his back, hands tied to the bedsides. He tasted blood; his lips were bruised and his whole body hurt. He was nauseating…he passed out again. He came back later with only one clear thought in his mind: to escape from the house before it was too late. It took him almost an hour to free himself but finally he succeeded. He dressed up swiftly, threw a few things into his backpack and escaped through the window, by the tree that grew under his window. The descent and climbing off the fences proved painful but the fear supplied the necessary strength. Ariel reached the forest and stumbled upon the pathway; guided only by a desperate instinct and a small torch-light he walked until he reached the waterfall. He found a dry spot, curled up and fell asleep.

Ryu found him there, cold and shivering; he quickly flew him to the tree-house. He placed Ariel on the bed and gently undressed him. The sighting of the bruised and battered body of his loved one made his blood boil. He could only guess about the horrors the youth has been through. Wrapped in the soft blanket, caressed by his protector, the Angel cried like a child until all his pain washed out and he was finally able to talk.

The secret light was growing slowly, hidden deep inside in the protective surrounding. The storms and torments of the outside world were unknown to it. The ultimate shape was emerging graciously, the core pulsing with the rhythm of the Universe.

-You’re not going back-said Ryu. We will stay here during summer and until autumn allows us. We’ll figure out a place for winter. I’m afraid my folks won’t be supportive either. I don’t give a damn; you and I, we’re one.

Ariel folded in his arms; a shadow crossed the delicate features.

-Before he left the room he said: “Now this was only an appetizer but until our parents are back I’m sure I’ll turn you into a decent girl. And you know what? Maybe I’ll find a friend of mine to marry you and keep you tamed.”

His voice broke; Ryu squeezed him.

-Forget it. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.

The disappearance of Ariel created some commotion in the city of Angels. Search teams were sent out into the woods to find out “her” whereabouts but they all returned empty handed. After Bart told his parents what he had witnessed in the forest, they decided to call off the search and consider their weird daughter lost forever.

During this time the two young men were working side by side to build a new location for the winter. They shared all the efforts and the joy of the power combined. Love made everything seem easy and hopeful. Ryu payed some visits home and carried away his personal belongings to his new home. He tried to talk about his love and make his parents interested in his choice, but once they’ve learned that he was an Angel, they refused any contact.

-“It’s your choice, we’re not going to stop you but he has no future here. It’s up to you to handle this; after all it’s your choice. Good luck, son. You’re a man on your own now.”

So Ryu returned to the woods, emptied his mind from the hurt of rejection and filled it with the wonder of being loved by his unique Angel. The world around them opened in blossoming beauty and magic.

The delicate soul of light moved its tiny limbs and stretched inside the comforting warmth. He was happy and safe. He gave a small, playful kick to the protective bubble surrounding him. The breath of the Universe hitched at this unexpected touch. The stars noticed the small speck of light and turned their attention towards him, watching closely his journey…

As the autumn painted the trees in gold and scarlet, Ariel felt something changing inside. He couldn’t point it out and he didn’t want Ryu to worry; they were handling well the difficulties of life in the wilderness. The art-works they both created were selling fine and they had stocked enough resources for the long, hard winter. But as his body started to change, Ariel was unable to hide the puzzling event. Ryu had already noticed it but he just couldn’t adjust to what his mind was suggesting: they were becoming parents. They both eluded the question until one day when Ariel lost balance, due to a sudden dizziness.

Ryu caught him in time and carried the Angel to the bed.

-Stay still, love. You’ve exhausted yourself. It’s too much in your condition…

-You knew?-asked Ariel in small voice. I didn’t want to worry you…I’m so confused. I can feel him moving inside; is this really happening?

Ryu bent and kissed him lovingly.

-Let me see…

He touched the rounding belly gingerly; there was a small kick and Ariel gave a small cry of surprise.

-He moves…smiled the Night Flyer. He knows we are watching; he’s watching us to. Don’t worry, my Angel; we’ll manage together. We are one.

Ariel swallowed the lump in his throat and fought back the panic. Ryu embraced him and they sat there in silence. The Universe unfolded its wings of million suns and wrapped them in light.

Winter arrived one night, riding the North Wind. It stopped on a promontory, watching the sleeping world at its feet. At a sign, all his faithful aids gathered around his tall and erect figure, waiting for the chance to unleash their powers. Snow storms, hail, sleet, frosty fogs were all aligned. Winter raised a slim finger and drew a magic sign in the cold, crispy air of the night; suddenly, the gates of high skies opened releasing the shower of sparkling stars over the stillness of the world. His long reign has started in blaze.

By morning, snow covered all traces, cracks and dirt; the new face of the world looked pristine and radiant.

The new season brought some changes in the two young lovers’ life. As the landscape turned into a magic land of brilliance, with shimmering light dancing through laces of icicle and patches of rainbow beaming through every dancing snowflake they bathed in the childlike joy of the beauty surrounding them.

But all the same, the shortened days kept them more inside the house, just the two of them lost in that wilderness. The emerging of the Northern Light, a much loved and important winter feast was quickly approaching. The families of Angels and Night Flyers were busy in preparing for that unique night when the skies would open to release the light above all of them. Ryu flew back to his hometown almost on a daily basis to sell the ornaments they both created. People were happily buying because they were colorful and creative. The young Night Flyer hoped to meet his parents at the fair and try to reconcile with them. Now that his own child was about to be born, he hoped that they would be more opened to his choice. Deep inside, Ryu was scared of what was coming; he was afraid that he might loose Ariel. Despite all bravery, the Angel was fragile and very young for the sudden burden he was carrying.

From the big house across the Winter Fair, an old woman was watching people moving around in happy gatherings. She was the most revered person in town, the Matriarch of the community. She loved her people and watched over them but right now her attention was focused on the tall young artist with sad eyes.  She has spotted him before and wondered about what could be cause of such sorrow in a time of joy and happiness. She discreetly made some enquiries about him and learned that he was living outside the community due to his choice in love; people were whispering about a strange creature, an Angel perhaps…Right now, the youth was pleading with a pair that looked very much like his close relatives. He argued but they looked unconvinced.

The Matriarch called her maid.

-Do you see that tall young man? Go down and buy an ornament from him. Hurry!

The woman rushed down and arrived at Ryu while he was still in heated arguments with his parents. They all stopped as they recognized the Matriarch’s maid. The woman asked for an ornament; Ryu chose some of the most delicate ones and packed them carefully. He offered them to the maid but he didn’t want the money.

-Take it, young man. My lady wants you to take this money for your work. Happy Light Night to you all!

Ryu thanked her and turned to his parents questioningly. They hesitated for a moment but then his father shook his head and they left. Ryu sighed. He packed up and flew back home. It looked like the weather was turning for bad and Ariel was waiting for him.

Left alone Ariel took some time to assess his thoughts; he could clearly see that Ryu was upset and suffering. This time was the best in the year; it was the time for families and loved ones to gather and enjoy the gift of Nature. The Angel thought about his family…he missed the giggling of his little sisters; but the thought of confronting Bart after what he has done made the youth shudder. He shook away the bad memories and filled his mind with Ryu’s image. It was the only comforting thought…along with the warmth he felt coming from the soul of light nested and growing steadily inside his body.

Moments before the sun dropped behind the mountain top, Ryu landed. He was tired but smiling anyway. He lifted Ariel and flew him around happily; nothing in this world could replace the joy of loving and being loved the way they did. They kissed and went inside.

Ryu woke up suddenly; he must have dozed off. He realized that Ariel was not there; he searched for him in the house but the Angel was nowhere to be found. Alarmed, the Night Flyer took a coat and opened the entrance door. A few steps away, right in the middle of the swirling blizzard there was a slim shape, with long, silver strands flying around him in the cold wind. Ryu reached him in a moment, picked him up and carried him inside. The streaks of tears looked frozen on Ariel’s face; he burst out:

-Why?!! Why do they hate me?! What have I done?!…

He turned to Ryu.

-I’m so sorry…-he whispered. I messed up your life. You’ve lost your family because of me…

Ryu cupped his face with both hands.

-Don’t say that! I am unhappy because they don’t even think to give me a chance to show them how wonderful you are! You’re the best thing ever happened to me! I love you, don’t forget that. Come-he said, let’s go to bed and I’ll warm you up. You’ll see, the Northern Light will shine on us to.

They folded in each other arms and quickly fell asleep. The next day Ariel woke up with a small fever so Ryu ordered him in bed. He flew back to the town to buy some special treats for the special night. He returned as soon as he finished the shopping; he worried about the Angel’s condition. He found his love asleep but sensing him, Ariel woke up and smiled.

– You’re here…I feel a little dizzy but don’t worry, I’ll be fine.

Ryu wasn’t convinced so he talked some tea into him and they shared the goods he brought from the fair; they shared the love and the joy of belonging to each other. There were still some hours before the rising of the Light. After a while, Ariel fell asleep again as Ryu watched over him. Shortly before midnight he checked upon him; the Angel was warm and fever cast blush in his cheeks. Sheen of sweat covered his face and he stirred in his sleep. Instinct told Ryu that this was bad; in a fraction of a moment he took a final decision. He wasn’t going to lose his love to the stubbornness of his own kin. He needed help and quickly. Ryu dressed up and tucked Ariel in the warmest blanket and flew him to the town.

The night cleared up and the air was still. There was no moon that night and the ribbon of stars arched about them in a glitter of diamonds. The Night Flyers were gathered in the central city square, laughing and singing. Everybody waited for the Light. Ryu descended amidst them and looked around. People stepped back and silence fell between them. They watched in disbelief the tall young man, holding in his arms a silver haired youth, wrapped in blanket.

-What do you want?! Why are you here?! Go away!

Some Night Flyers were shouting in anger. Ryu slowly turned around and faced each of them with a determined look in his face. When he spoke, his voice was clear and powerful.

– I am here because this is my place. I am one of yours and I belong here. You came with your families to celebrate this night and so did I. He is my choice; he is the one I love. We are one. My family refused to know him. They’ve told me to hide and work it out for myself. So I did and I hope I made them proud.

But now my child is on the way and I need help! I need you stay by my side; help me save both their lives in the best of your long claimed tradition of solidarity and compassion. For the Light’s sake, don’t stare at me and let me deliver speeches while he is dying under your eyes!

As the echo of his words faded out, an old woman approached him and put a hand on his shoulder.

-Come to my house, young Ryu. It’s warm inside and I have all the knowledge you need. Follow me.

The Matriarch turned and left the square with Ryu close behind her. The crowd silently split to let them pass. As they reached the house, they rushed Ariel into the bedroom. The rising fever rendered him almost delirious and triggered the birth. For a moment, Ryu felt like drowning. Numbed by stress and fear he followed wordlessly whatever the old woman ordered. As the minutes passed by, the house filled with helping people, relieving the shaken youth from any task. He just stood by Ariel’s side, holding his hand, unaware by the tears running down his face.

After a hard struggle, the newborn cried out as he reached the world. His tiny voice echoed through the Universe, letting the stars know that their magic has increased by a new one. Ryu watched his son with awe; it was a perfect child, with big blue eyes, a small rounded nose and cherry lips. He held him close and kissed him.

-Thank you…-he whispered and people around him knew that it was meant for all of them.

The young Night Flyer turned to his love and placed the child on his chest; Ariel held him instinctively. He turned his face towards his love, the luminous green eyes gazing deeply into the sparkling black ones. The air around them filled with warmth and seemed to glow. People took a step back in amazement.

Outside the room, the Northern Light erupted in full glory, streams of sizzling blue and green entwined with gold painting the endless canopy above them. The river of light ran across the vast spaces and circled the blue dot nested in dark depths of Space. For a magic fraction of Time this tiny planet became the brightest spot of light around. The hope for a new beginning radiated a new light into the Galaxy.

The Universe smiled.

This is not the ending. It’s the beginning.

Enjoy. Free your mind.

Be part of it.

Impresii pe o margine de lume

 

Iarna se lasa incet-incet peste urbe; orasul se zgribuleste sub atingerea ceturilor si a diminetilor cu promoroaca. In orele imputinate ale zilei, sub cerul cenusiu si monoton cu greu realizezi ca se apropie cele mai asteptate sarbatori ale anului. Fara luminitele care sa le animeze, ghirlandele, stelele, spiralele si figurinele din beculete colorate sunt incremenite si banale. Doar vitrinele  magazinelor mai anima un pic realitatea; s-au umplut cu culoare si beteala, cu oferte senzationale de ultima ora in speranta unor vanzari mai acatarii.

Vacanta se apropie, se fac ultimele planuri pentru Craciun si Revelion. La televizor reapare eternul subiect despre “Cat cheltuie romanii de sarbatori?”. Nu prea inteleg sensul intrebarii si nici utilitatea stirii respective. In acesta intrebare se acunde  in mod ipocrit vesnicul comentariu:”Se tot plang ca sunt saraci da’vezi ce bani dau pe prostii si pe mancare si bautura?”

Desi in fiecare an numarul celor care declara ca isi pot permite tot mai putin e in continua crestere, niciodata n-am vazut un efect real, vreo reactie pertinenta si umana in randul politicienilor responsabili cu bunastarea natiunii.  Ti se strange inima vazandu-i pe cei din generatia parintilor si bunicilor nostri numarandu-si banutii pe care i-au luat de la CAR-ul pensionarilor ca sa puna o bucatica mai vizibila de carne in mancare si o bucata de cozonac pe masa de sarbatori. Degeaba…minimul sprijin promis in fiecare legislatie vine mereu dupa momentele…in care ai avea nevoie sa te simti o clipa om.

O casa cu copii mai intretine atmosfera de magie ce insoteste sarbatorile de iarna. De dragul lor cobori si Luna de pe cer ca sa acopere cu lumina sa toate inadverdentele lumii reale. Bucuria lor nealterata este o compensatie inegalabila pentru frustrarile sutelor de zile din an. Copiii te fac sa devii creativ si sa scoti margaritare si din nimic…

Spre seara lumina se strecoara in miile de beculete colorate si feeria umple strazile orasului. E un oras mare, cu ambitii pe masura; un candidat la titlul de “oras cultural European”. Este un oras universitar, cu istorie bogata si indelungata, un oras numit “al comorilor”. Centrul sau emblematic e usor de recunoscut si e mandria cetatenilor vechi sau mai noi ai urbei. Cei care vin la Cluj raman cu o impresie puternica si multi din ei isi doresc sa se stabileasca aici.

Viitoarea metropola se intinde incet dar sigur pe dealurile ce o inconjoara si se pregateste sa “inghita”comunele aflate in imediata ei apropiere. E un oras prosper si…lipsit de griji. Sunt destui care ii sustin aerul de mandrie  si sunt foarte multi care o iubesc cu adevarat. Viitorul oras cultural european nu duce lipsa de sustinatori infocati si dedicati.

Aceasta fericita ingemanare de vechi si nou ce da farmecul vizibil al urbei e completat  in mod paradoxal de zborul, cu precizie de ceasornic al stolurilor de ciori grive si de semanatura spre si inapoi de la Groapa de gunoi a orasului. Probabil majoritatea clujenilor n-au nici cea mai vaga idée unde se afla si cum arata acest element esential al civilizatiei. Noroc ca mai sunt reporteri dedicati si pasionati care trec dincolo de aparenta de bunastare a realitatii pentru a ne arata pe ce se sprijina de fapt comoditatea noastra zilnica de oraseni prosperi.

Reportajul lui Carmen Avram  despre soarta oamenilor din “Dallas”, cum ironic s-a denumit acest loc uitat de lume este o palma rasunatoare pe obrazul Primariei Cluj si a autoritatilor Statului roman. Cei care isi duc traiul zilnic acolo, la baza muntelui fumegand de miasme si descompunere, incercearca cu disperare sa recupereze, pe langa PET-uri, metale, materiale reciclabile si cate ceva de mancat, chiar daca nu intamplator au ajuns la gunoi respectivele produse fost comestibile.

Pe rampa de gunoi a Clujului universitar, cultural si bancar au crescut deja generatii de tineri care au la randul lor copii. Locuiesc in adaposturi incropite din gunoaiele recuperate, se nasc, traiesc si mor in saracia fara orizont si perspective despre care putini vor sa stie. Spre rusinea noastra, a tuturor, dar mai ales spre rusinea autoritatilor care sunt platite ca sa serveasca interesele TUTUROR cetatenilor si sa se aplece asupra nevoilor lor, dar spre norocul celor uitati de soarta, exista un cuplu de oameni sufletisti care au venit tocmai din Olanda pentru a le dovedi ca ei merita o alta soarta.

Si au reusit. Dintre fetitele pe care le-au ajutat, o minunata domnisoara a devenit educatoare pentru cei mici. Cu grija, rabdare si insistenta sunt deja tineri care au reusit sa iasa la lumina si sa se bucure de conditia umana.  Ceilalti inca asteapta ca reprezentantii remunerati ai statului roman sa gaseasca o modalitate legala prin care banii destinati comunitatilor defavorizate sa sustina acest minunat si functional proiect demarat de familia de olandezi.

Cu putin timp in urma, ocupatul si preocupatul premier, Victor Ponta a participat la inaugurarea Campusului Teologic Ortodox “Nicolae Ivan” din Cluj. Campusul a fost ridicat pe un teren facut cadou Mitropoliei de catre Primaria Cluj. Pentru a putea demara lucrarile, circa 300  de oameni au fost dizlocati de pe acel teren in mijlocul iernii. Erau din aceeasi comunitate defavorizata; li s-au promis spatii de locuit dar au fost de fapt, lasati de izbeliste si au ingrosat randurile “cetatenilor” Dallasului de pe rat. Victor Ponta pare sa nu stie acest fapt si nici nu pare sa-l intereseze. Dupa cum nici membrii BOR nu se rusineaza de faptul ca, de dragul unui campus “dedicat” lor din bani publici, acesti dezmosteniti ai soartei au fost…aruncati la gunoi. Si asta pentru o Biserica ce troneaza pe o avere de peste 3 miliarde de Euro….

Se apropie Craciunul. Postim de zor sa ne rascumparam pacatele, sa ne purificam in asteptarea sarbatorii. Mesajul preferat al acestui moment este “sa daruim, sa impartim cu altii, sa dam celor care sunt mai putin norocosi…”. Frumos si nobil. Craciunul se apropie cu pasi repezi si copiii din Dallas traiesc tot in adaposturile incropite din cartoane, mananca tot ce apuca sau ce dezgroapa din gunoaie iar Mos Craciun nu cred ca a auzit de ei. Orasul si tara  in care se zbat de pe o zi pe alta i-a maturat sub pres si nu vrea sa stie sau  sa se stie de ei. Biserica le-a luat locul si a uitat de ei in mod confortabil. E prea “saraca” pentru a da… oricum are mana doar de luat. Premierul a plecat si el; asta dupa ce ne-a tras de urechi si si-a recitat discursul electoral despre importanta si rolul bisericii si obligatia statului de a o sprijini din banii nostri, ai tuturor.

Ma intreb doar, pe deposedatii din Dallas cine ii sprijina? Ei ai cui sunt? De ce nu ajung si la ei banii nostri, ai concetatenilor lor? Ma intreb: cum pot inghiti ciorbele si sarmalele autoritatile locale care i-au impins pe cei ce n-aveau puterea de a se opune la marginea existentei, mult dincolo de orice decenta? Domnule primar al viitorului Oras Cultural European, cand ati pavoazat Clujul de sarbatoare si ati aprins pentru prima data luminile v-ati adus oare aminte de oamenii care n-au nici dupa ce bea apa? Le-ati facut o promisiune! Stie oare Mos Craciun ca n-aveti cuvant? Domnilor investitori si oameni de afaceri care ati pus bazele prosperei Banci Transilvania, care defilati cu programul “Clujul are suflet” din banii marunti lasati de clienti  in cutiuta de la ghiseele bancii, stiti ca de fapt nici voi, nici Clujul n-aveti suflet?

Ma uit inmarmurita si rusinata la documentarul ce se deruleaza pe ecranul televizorului si-mi aduc aminte brusc de o nuvela cu mare impact emotional al scriitoarei americane Ursula K. LeGuin: “ Cei ce au parasit Omelas”. Il recomand cu caldura oamenilor politici, responsabililor statului, fetelor bisericesti si oamenilor de cultura. Il recomand tuturor care cred ca realitatea lor comfortabila este cea adevarata. Il recomand clujenilor care cred ca pentru un stadion, un casino renovat si trei ghirlande sclipitoare orasul lor iubit merita o distinctie europeana.

Recomand acesta nuvela  cu tot dragul celor carora le pasa de cei din jurul lor, celor care se rusineaza de neputinta societatii in care traiesc, celor care si-au lasat in urma confortul si au venit sa-i aduca la lumina pe cei impinsi in gunoaie, celor care lucreaza alaturi de cei marginalizati si se zbat sa le deschida portile cunoasterii, celor care i-au cautat si ni i-au facut cunoscuti. Le recomand acesta nuvela cu tot dragul, caci ei sunt cei care…au parasit Omelas.