Ultimul eveniment inainte de concediu a fost pornirea santierului la noul stadion Moina. Detalii se gasesc in presa.
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All posts for the month July, 2009
You start out life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been… and wonder who you really are.
I knew at that moment, that life was not fair. Sure… I’d write to him, and maybe he’d write me – then what? Could we really wait for each other for the next few years? It was hopeless. I’d never felt pain like this before in my entire life. It felt…wonderful.
Oh, yeah…Love. Once upon a time, it was…simple. If you liked somebody, you let ’em know. And if you didn’t, you let ’em know. One way or another, you knew where you stood. But as you get older, communication gets more…complicated.
Some people pass through your life and you never think about them again. Some you think about and wonder what ever happened to them. Some you wonder if they ever wonder what happened to you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.
Imediat dupa ce am ajuns la serviciu, am iesit pe balcon sa imi beau cafeaua, asa cum fac in fiecare dimineata de altfel. Sorbind cu pofta din cafeaua pregatita cu grija de doamna Finta, incercam in zadar sa ma trezesc si sa fac ordine in atributiunile zilei de astazi. Cum eu la 8.45 inca visez cu ochii deschisi, mintea mi-a zburat la cu totul altceva. De data asta a fost la vara de acum 2 ani. Faimoasa si legendara vara de acum doi ani, ultima vara petrecuta cu totul in Germania.
Am ajuns in Erfurt intr-o seara de mijloc de iunie. Dupa un mic interogatoriu am capitulat si urmatorul lucru de care imi aduc aminte este aceea dimineata superba in care la 10.30 m-a trezit esspresorul care imi pregatea cafeaua de dimineata din boabe proaspete ce se achizitionau numai si numai dintr-un anume loc. Un ceas mai tarziu, cand m-am invredinicit sa-mi parasesc dormitorul, cafeaua ma astepta pe terasa la umbra. A fost cea mai buna cafea din lume! Si a fost presarata cu povesti. Dupa-masa, cand s-a intors unchiul meu de la munca, ne-a gasit pe terasa in pijamale inca povestind.
Timp de trei luni, in fiecare dimineata ma astepta cafeaua proaspata pe terasa. Eu am inceput insa sa ma trezesc tot mai devreme de buna voie si nesilita de nimeni.
Intr-o duminica dimineata m-am trezit insa la 6.30. Stiind ca unchiul si matusa se vor trezi si ei in curand, m-am hotarat sa ii astept eu cu o cafeaua proaspata. Am iesit tiptil din dormitor indreptandu-ma spre bucatarie hotarata fiind sa pornesc esspresorul. Pana m-am invartit, unchiul meu misuna si el prin bucatarie foarte nedumerit. Mi-a ordonat in felul lui foarte autoritar sa ma duc imediat sa ma imbrac caci aveam sa mergem la spital. M-am speriat, nu stiam despre ce e vorba, ce s-a intamplat si daca trebuia sa mergem duminica dimineata la spital ceva foarte rau se intamplase. Am primit insa urmatoare replica:
“Daca duminica dimineata la ora 6.30 nu numai ca esti treaza, dar vrei sa faci si cafeaua pentru toti ceilalti inseamna ca esti bolnava si trebuie sa te duc la spital!”
Nu mai pot sa merg toata vara in Germania. Nu mai pot nici macar o luna. Poate doua saptamani…m-as multumi si cu una…m-as trezi zilnic la 6.30 pentru cea mai buna cafea din lume.
Love makes you do funny things. It makes you proud. It makes you sorry. That night we talked. About life. About our times together. Maybe we weren’t the same two kids we had once been. But some things never change. Some things last. And even though I didn’t know what was going to happen to us, or where we were going. I just knew I couldn’t let him out of my life.
Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart.
Teachers never die. They live in your memory forever. They were there when you arrived, they were there when you left. Like fixtures. Once in a while they taught you something. But not that often. And, you never really knew them, any more than they knew you. Still, for awhile, you believed in them. And, if you were lucky, maybe there was one who believed in you.
That late September afternoon a lot of things happened. Maybe more than I knew. Because that afternoon, when my parents took me to college, they didn’t just drive me there, they let me go. Maybe that’s how it had to be. Children leave. And parents stay behind. Still, some things are deeper than time and distance, and your parents will always be your parents. And they will always leave a light on for you, when you’re supposed to come home.
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