Saturday, 15 May 2010

Roata tiganului

Cateodata lumea este pe dos. Dreapta devine stanga, noaptea devine zi, ieri se inghesuie in maine si astazi....astazi este o zi ciudata in blocul de pe Friesengasse 29. Vecinul de la etajul 2 asculta cu volumul dat la maxim, melodii de Craciun. Cat de romantic, in luna lui mai, azi maine iunie. Stiu doar ca este rus, dar si rusii au Craciunul tot prin decembrie din cate stiu eu. Oricum, in drumurile mele (nu putine) pana jos in pivinita, unde se afla si unica masina de spalat pentru un bloc de 4 etaje, rasuna pe casa scarilor colinde si balade de Craciun. Parca m-as fi intors in timp sau dimpotriva, parca as fi dat timpul cu mult inainte. De fiecare data cand m-am dus in pivnita cu plasa plina de haine murdare, m-am intors inapoi la etajul trei, cu plasa la fel de plina si cu hainele la fel de murdare. De cateva ore bune, un supravietuitor al habitatului de pe Friesengasse 29, a pus stapanire pe masina de spalat. In plus si-a mai si marcat teritoriul lasand ca si semn cutia cu detergent si multe plase goale pe masina de spalat. Si printre armele lui de lupta, am facut astazi cea mai mare descoperire in pivnita. Un prosop mov statea mototolit pe uscator. Nu se poate, m-am gandit....pe tine te cunosc de undeva. Citesc eticheta, alerg inapoi la etajul trei, deschid vijelios usa de la baie si citesc eticheta fratelui mai mare. Este aceeasi. Verific in sertarul cu prosoape curate. Mezinul lipsea. Si asa, fiul ratacitor s-a intors (fara sa-i bag macar de seama absenta) acasa. Masina de spalat...tot ocupata. Ei bine, miscarea nu strica, deci voi cobori si voi urca de atatea ori scarile azi pana cand dusmanul bate in retragere si-mi elibereaza campul de lupta. Ajunsa inapoi in camera, ma cuibaresc in pat. Si pentru ca astazi este o zi atata de ciudata, nu este de mirare (sper) ca dupa 3 ore dupa ce m-am trezit, si dupa ce-am mai si baut o cana mare de cofeina (dex-ul zice cafeina, dar nu-mi place cum suna), sa mi se faca evident iarasi somn. Pentru ca nu pot invata daca imi cad ochii printre organele interne ale atlasului de anatomie m-am hotarat sa ma culc o ora. M-am trezit cu aceeasi muzica de Craciun in fundal. Cred ca am visat si globuri colorate si pe Mos Craciun. Am spus mai devreme ca suntem in luna lui mai. Ei bine, in mod normal ne asteptam la soare, la caldura, la inghetata topindu-se in gurile noastre secate. Dar pentru ca lumea face din cand in cand roata tiganului, afara este innorat, bate vantul, ploua din cand in cand, sunt vreo 9 grade si in camera am senzatia ca tot atata. Ca de, a venit primavara, se inchide si caldura in tot blocul. Pui mana pe calorifer, ai senzatia ca tii un sloi de gheata in mana. Asa ca stau in pat, cu doua paturi, cu doua bluze, cu ciorapii grosi de iarna si cu gluga pe cap de parca as fi un gangster (nu de alta dar trage pe la geam). Si pentru ca somnul parca s-a lipit ca o capusa de ochii mei, imi deschid un red bull. Si ma apuca rasul.....In tot blocul canta Jingle Bells, iar eu parca as fi pe o plaja in Ibiza, cu diferenta ca am 7 sube pe mine, ca nu beau un citro cu gheata ci un red bull, ca port ochelari de vedere in loc de ochelari de soare si ca in loc sa citesc un crimi de Agatha Christie, abia sprijin pe genunchi cartea de 1300 de pagini de anatomie la lumina becului. Parca as fi Alice in Tara Minunilor si sunt curioasa ce ma mai asteapta pe ziua de azi. Rufele inca nu am reusit sa le spal. Si pentru ca meniul acestei zile nebune sa fie complet, am pus Louis Prima sa cante in fundal in timp ce imi bronzez neuronii ascunsi sub gluga si lecturez dintr-un cocktail cu eritrocite, trombocite, leucocite....Hai noroc! (poza)

4 comments:

aboutsybel said...

Din tablou mai lipseste o conversatie cu vecinul ... la o cana de ceai fierbinte cu scortisoara :D

aboutsybel said...

Din tablou mai lipseste o conversatie cu vecinul ... la o cana de ceai fierbinte cu scortisoara :D

Gloria said...

@aboutsybel: Vecinu e un bou, care promite o chestie si face alta. Typisch Männerwirtschaft!!!

Blogger.jinbo said...




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