Intr\u0103m \u00een curtea Schitului Sf. Andrei din Athos. Oprirea nu era \u00een program. Dar \u201dfratele\u201d Daniel voia s\u0103 cerceteze magazinul cu obiecte de cult. Dup\u0103 vreo 20 de minute, a\u0219tept\u00e2ndu-l s\u0103 cumpere suvenirurile sfin\u021bite, se apropie de mine c\u0103lug\u0103rul care avea \u00een grij\u0103 magazinul.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Venea \u00eencet, se leg\u0103na de pe un picior pe altul, cu statura \u0219i aparen\u021ba lui de Hodor din Game of Thrones. Aparen\u021ba dispare \u00een clipa \u00een care \u00eei \u00eent\u00e2lnesc ochii: bl\u00e2nzi, precum azurul Egeei. \u201dCu ce v\u0103 ocupa\u021bi voi?\u201d m\u0103 \u00eentreab\u0103 b\u0103tr\u00e2nul monah. \u201dSuntem DJ-i de radio \u00een Rom\u00e2nia!\u201d De sub barba alb\u0103, \u00eenc\u00e2lcit\u0103, r\u0103sare un z\u00e2mbet perfect senin, asemenea cerului de deasupra Muntelui Sf\u00eent, \u00een ziua \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103rii. \u201dCe meserie minunat\u0103! \u0218i ce face\u021bi, pune\u021bi muzic\u0103?\u201d \u201dPunem muzic\u0103 \u0219i spunem vorbe\u2026\u201d am fost \u00een stare s\u0103 \u00eei r\u0103spund.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
C\u0103lug\u0103rul se sprijin\u0103 pe piciorul drept, trage toat\u0103 lini\u0219tea Athosului \u00een piept \u0219i \u00ee\u0219i \u00eencepe povestea: \u201dM-am n\u0103scut \u00een Paradis, pe o insul\u0103 mic\u0103, Spetses. Insula Magicianului, dac\u0103 a\u021bi citit Fowles\u2026 Eram s\u0103raci, dar ferici\u021bi. Noi, grecii, zdren\u021buro\u0219i, ne jucam cu copiii turi\u0219tilor boga\u021bi. \u00cen joaca unor copii, n-ar trebui s\u0103 existe diferen\u021be. Azi, asta nu se mai \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ne poveste\u0219te cum a urmat \u0219coli superioare, s-a angajat la o companie multina\u021bional\u0103 de audit, una din Big Four \u0219i \u201d\u00een 1992, dup\u0103 Ceau\u0219sescu, \u0219efii mei m-au trimis \u00een Rom\u00e2nia. Trebuia s\u0103 fac auditul pentru privatizarea Sidex Gala\u021bi…\u201d Minute bune, p\u0103rintele de la schit ne vorbe\u0219te despre povestea lui de dragoste cu Rom\u00e2nia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Dar, pe m\u0103sur\u0103 ce \u00eenainteaz\u0103 \u00een poveste, seninul din ochi se tulbur\u0103, nori grei acoper\u0103 cerul Athosului: \u201dAveam tot ce \u00eemi doream. O carier\u0103 de succes la Ernst&Young, \u00eemi permiteam vacan\u021be cu elicopterul\u2026dar nu aveam timp pentru ele. Stresul era at\u00e2t de mare \u00eenc\u00e2t, \u00een 1999, am c\u0103zut \u00eentr-o grav\u0103 depresie, sl\u0103bisem, ajunsesem piele \u0219i os. Eram cel mai nefericit om cu via\u021ba cea mai fericit\u0103. P\u0103rintele Rafael Noica, rom\u00e2n de-al vostru, fiul lui Constantin Noica, mi-a ar\u0103tat atunci calea. Am ajuns aici, \u00een Athos, \u0219i de atunci am totul, neav\u00e2nd nimic. Sunt trist pentru ce se \u00eent\u00e2mpl\u0103 \u00een lume, dar sunt fericit c\u0103 m\u0103 pot ruga pentru Binele ei\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nu \u0219tiu c\u00e2t timp trecuse. C\u00e2teva minute, c\u00e2teva zeci sau c\u00e2teva ore. \u00cen Athos, oricum, timpul are alt\u0103 m\u0103sur\u0103, alt\u0103 curgere, alt\u0103 lege. Tr\u0103iam, \u00eentre zidurile schitului vechi de peste 1000 de ani, Povestea pentru care, poate, ajunsesem prima oar\u0103 pe Munte. L-am \u00eentrebat pe c\u0103lug\u0103rul grec care e cel mai frumos cuv\u00e2nt \u00een limba greac\u0103: \u201dNu exist\u0103, \u00een nicio limb\u0103 a P\u0103m\u00e2ntului, un cuv\u00e2nt mai pur \u0219i mai frumos dec\u00e2t AGAPI. Agapi is not love. Agapi is more than love. Agapi e iubirea f\u0103r\u0103 niciun interes, e iubirea pe care o dai, f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 a\u0219tep\u021bi nimic la schimb. Agapi is unconditional true love. Make Agapi, not Love!\u201d \u00centocmai acestea i-au fost vorbele \u0219i nu vreau s\u0103 i le traduc, a rostit asta f\u0103r\u0103 s\u0103 respire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
La plecare, ascetul cu aparen\u021b\u0103 de Hodor \u0219i esen\u021b\u0103 de apostol ne-a oferit o \u00eembra\u021bi\u0219are nesf\u00e2r\u0219it\u0103, puternic\u0103, sim\u021beam ca-s un prunc nou-n\u0103scut \u00een bra\u021bele lui. Apoi, cu pumnul lui c\u00e2t un bu\u0219tean m-a lovit peste um\u0103r: \u201dPass the good messages! Fra\u021bilor, sunte\u021bi o voce mai mare dec\u00e2t v\u0103 \u00eenchipui\u021bi. Asta ave\u021bi voi de f\u0103cut: vorbi\u021bi despre Bine. Fi\u021bi, \u00een lume, vocea Binelui!\u201d \u201dPiele de g\u0103in\u0103\u201d ar fi prea pu\u021bin pentru a descrie emo\u021bia care mi-a inundat tot trupul la auzul \u0219i sim\u021bitul cuvintelor c\u0103lug\u0103rului.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Eram deja \u00een prag, primisem binecuv\u00e2ntarea, dar am \u021binut s\u0103 \u00eel mai \u00eentreb ceva: \u201dP\u0103rinte, cum sunte\u021bi cu s\u0103n\u0103tatea?\u201d A izbucnit \u00eentr-un r\u00e2s zgomotos: \u201dEi, m\u0103 cam sup\u0103r\u0103 picioarele, dar astea nu-s probleme. Eu sunt deasupra bolii. Mintea \u0219i sufletul \u00eemi conduc trupul. Nu renun\u021b. Pentru c\u0103 eu am renun\u021bat o singur\u0103 dat\u0103 \u00een toat\u0103 via\u021ba mea\u2026\u201d \u201dC\u00e2nd?\u201d \u00eentreb eu. \u201dC\u00e2nd aveam cea mai fericit\u0103 via\u021b\u0103 \u0219i eram cel mai nefericit om.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mihai Morar<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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