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V\u017edy je to rovnak\u00e1 pesni\u010dka. R\u00e1no, takmer v polosp\u00e1nku h\u013ead\u00e1m hrub\u00e9 vlnen\u00e9 pono\u017eky od tety Dany a k\u00fdm si stihnem uvari\u0165 druh\u00fa k\u00e1vu, cez okno vlezie slnko drz\u00e9 ako trhovn\u00ed\u010dka niekde na r\u00ednku a zab\u0155da.<\/p>\n
E\u0161te v\u010dera sme sa babu\u0161ili do kab\u00e1tov, nad\u00e1vali na sychrav\u00e9 r\u00e1na a zrazu – b\u00e1c! Jar je tu. Ani sa nestihnete poriadne priv\u00edta\u0165 so sne\u017eienkami a u\u017e sa na v\u00e1s vy\u0161kieraj\u00fa narcisy. Jar m\u00e1 v\u017edy\u00a0fofry, zem puk\u00e1 od nedo\u010dkavosti a vy m\u00e1te pocit, \u017ee ak si na chv\u00ed\u013eu zdriemnete, pre\u0161vihnete ro\u010dn\u00e9 obdobie.<\/p>\n
V\u0161imli ste si to? Jar u\u017e d\u00e1vno nechod\u00ed pomaly a d\u00f4stojne. Pr\u00edde si ako neohl\u00e1sen\u00e1 n\u00e1v\u0161teva, \u010do v\u00e1m v\u0161etko zje a vypije v\u0161etko v\u00edno, narob\u00ed prievan a k\u00fdm stihnete vytiahnu\u0165 poltop\u00e1nky, u\u017e je hor\u00faco ako v peci. Ani sa nestihnete poriadne nad\u00fdchnu\u0165 vlhkej v\u00f4ne preb\u00fadzaj\u00facej sa hliny a u\u017e sa prach v\u00edri pod kolesami bicyklov.<\/p>\n
Jar je vlastne trochu neslu\u0161n\u00e1. Prebehne okolo, ledva zak\u00fdva a u\u017e sa obzer\u00e1 po lete. Ale aj tak ju v\u0161etci vy\u010dk\u00e1vame. Aj keby trvala len tie tri dni, kedy je vzduch sladk\u00fd ako bazov\u00fd sirup a kedy m\u00e1me v\u0161etci pocit, \u017ee sme o desa\u0165 rokov mlad\u0161\u00ed a\u00a0o polovicu \u013eah\u0161\u00ed…<\/p>\n
Ke\u010f sme b\u00fdvali nad Modrou v\u00a0hamr\u0161t\u00edle, vybehli sme von vo svetroch, hoci zem bola e\u0161te studen\u00e1 ako ps\u00ed \u0148uf\u00e1k a mama n\u00e1s z okna okrikovala, \u017ee si koledujeme o z\u00e1pal p\u013e\u00fac. Ale my sme ka\u017ed\u00fd rok kon\u010da z\u00e1hrady pod \u010dere\u0161\u0148ou snorili, \u010di sa e\u0161te netla\u010dia von prv\u00e9 fialky. A o t\u00fd\u017ede\u0148 sa u\u017e z\u00e1stupy Modranov valili na fialky.\u00a0<\/strong>Jar v z\u00e1hrade, o ktorej som p\u00edsala, nepo\u010d\u00fava nikoho.<\/p>\n Aj na cintor\u00edne – len \u010do sa trochu otepl\u00ed, vyroja sa modransk\u00e9 babi\u010dky, akoby ich niekto naraz vypustil, vy\u0165ahuj\u00fa krhle,\u00a0\u0161\u00faruj\u00fa\u00a0mramor a po zimnom sp\u00e1nku tam robia tak\u00fd poriadok, \u017ee by sa aj t\u00ed pod zemou mali ma\u0165 tu\u0161\u00edm na pozore. Polievaj\u00fa \u010derstvo vysaden\u00e9 sir\u00f4tky s takou vervou, akoby od toho, ako cvrlik\u00e1 voda, z\u00e1visel chod vesm\u00edru. No nepolievaj\u00fa len hroby, udr\u017eiavaj\u00fa vodovodn\u00fa sie\u0165 medzi svetom \u017eiv\u00fdch a t\u00fdmi, \u010do odi\u0161li na jese\u0148. Pr\u00fad vody je nitka, ktor\u00e1 pri\u0161\u00edva pr\u00edtomnos\u0165 k ve\u010dnosti.\u202fA najdoj\u00edmavej\u0161\u00ed je kontrast medzi babi\u010dkami, \u010do sa zv\u0155taj\u00fa s metli\u010dkami okolo hrobov a tichom t\u00fdch, ktor\u00ed u\u017e na ostr\u00e9 jarn\u00e9 slnko nemusia \u017em\u00fari\u0165…<\/p>\n Jar je drz\u00e1 v\u0161ade. Na par\u00ed\u017eskom\u00a0Montmartri, kde sa medzi ma\u010dac\u00edmi hlavami mie\u0161a s v\u00f4\u0148ou rannej k\u00e1vy a \u010derstv\u00fdch\u00a0croissantov, v lond\u00fdnskych parkoch, kde ju vidno na napnut\u00fdch ko\u017een\u00fdch remienkoch, \u013eudia vybehn\u00fa a ich psy akoby sa zrazu zbl\u00e1znili, s\u00fa to jarn\u00e9 psy so \u0161ialen\u00fdmi o\u010dami, paf z dr\u00e1\u017edivej v\u00f4ne \u010derstvej tr\u00e1vy, \u010do sa im pletie pod laby a majitelia za nimi vlaj\u00fa ako farebn\u00e9 z\u00e1stavy, nest\u00edhaj\u00fa brzdi\u0165 na vlhkom machu a v\u0161etci dohromady tvoria jeden chaotick\u00fd, radostn\u00fd uzol, a medzit\u00fdm v\u202fPittsburghu, na\u00a0Squirrel\u00a0Hill, kde dopad\u00e1 tie\u0148\u00a0ginka\u00a0na chodn\u00edk pod rovnak\u00fdm uhlom ako tie\u0148 na\u0161ej moru\u0161e u n\u00e1s vo dvore a\u00a0veveri\u010dky sk\u00e1\u010du po stromoch s takou istou nedo\u010dkavos\u0165ou ako modransk\u00e9 ma\u010dky po plotoch, alebo v\u202fKremse, aj vo\u00a0Weimare\u00a0\u013eudia vyjd\u00fa do ul\u00edc, \u017em\u00faria do slnka a h\u013eadaj\u00fa jar, no ona je u\u017e d\u00e1vno o tri ulice \u010falej, prezle\u010den\u00e1 za hor\u00face popoludnie. Akoby to ani nebol \u010das, len\u202fgeometria svetla, ktor\u00e9 sa men\u00ed tak r\u00fdchlo, a\u017e sa rozmaz\u00e1va pred o\u010dami. V zlomku sekundy sa kontinenty spoja.<\/p>\n Marec n\u00e1m nepon\u00faka len pr\u00edchod, ale aj \u00fanik. Ako cestovatelia vysko\u010d\u00edme z rozbehnut\u00e9ho vlaku len preto, \u017ee sme zac\u00edtili v\u00f4\u0148u kvitn\u00facich stromov a k\u00fdm\u202fsa opr\u00e1\u0161ime\u00a0od p\u013eu\u0161te,\u00a0vlak s n\u00e1pisom \u201eJar\u201c je u\u017e len malou bodkou na obzore. Zostalo po \u0148om ticho a teplo, ktor\u00e9 n\u00e1s n\u00fati rozopn\u00fa\u0165 si gomb\u00edk na kab\u00e1te.<\/p>\n Ani n\u00e1\u0161 pes u\u017e v marci nie je t\u00fdm ospanliv\u00fdm dom\u00e1cim pova\u013ea\u010dom, ktor\u00fd v janu\u00e1ri pripom\u00ednal sk\u00f4r chlpat\u00fa predlo\u017eku pred pecou v ob\u00fdva\u010dke ne\u017e \u017eiv\u00e9ho tvora. Vtedy sa nechal vystr\u010di\u0165 pred dvere len s najv\u00e4\u010d\u0161\u00edm sebazapren\u00edm, vrhaj\u00fac na n\u00e1s poh\u013eady pln\u00e9 nespravodlivosti. Dnes je to in\u00fd p\u00e1n. Prieskumn\u00edk v slu\u017eb\u00e1ch Jari, diskr\u00e9tny diplomat medzi plotmi a filozof s \u0148uf\u00e1kom hlboko zaboren\u00fdm vo zvy\u0161koch vla\u0148aj\u0161ieho l\u00edstia, kde \u0161tuduje dejiny susedstva.<\/p>\n N\u00e1\u0161 krpat\u00fd\u00a0bedlington\u00a0Helios\u00a0sa zrazu sna\u017e\u00ed obehn\u00fa\u0165 zemegu\u013eu v rekordnom \u010dase, akoby sa b\u00e1l, \u017ee mu niekto t\u00fa gu\u013eat\u00fa hra\u010dku spod labiek odkot\u00fa\u013ea. Ka\u017ed\u00fd strom je pre\u0148ho ako kni\u017enica spr\u00e1v a vonn\u00fdch odkazov, ktor\u00e9 \u010d\u00edta s v\u00e1\u017enos\u0165ou u\u010denca. Z\u00e1hrada nie je kusom zeme,\u00a0s\u00fa to \u010derstv\u00e9 rann\u00e9 noviny, kde h\u013ead\u00e1 rubriku \u201eKto tu bol pred chv\u00ed\u013eou\u201c a \u201eKam zmizla kos\u0165\u201c.\u00a0Ke\u010f sa vracia domov, u\u017e nepripom\u00edna obl\u00e1\u010dik, ktor\u00fd by ste si chceli pohladka\u0165. Vyzer\u00e1 ako zablaten\u00fd ban\u00edk, ktor\u00fd pr\u00e1ve vyf\u00e1ral z najhlb\u0161ej \u0161achty\u00a0kdesi v\u00a0Durhame, s tv\u00e1rou \u010diernou od hliny a srdcom pln\u00fdm splnen\u00fdch v\u00f4n\u00ed. K\u00fdm si v predsieni odklad\u00e1m kab\u00e1t, n\u00e1\u0161 bar\u00e1nok\u00a0si to\u00a0s nevinn\u00fdm v\u00fdrazom b\u00e1b\u00e4tka, \u017ee by mu aj sv\u00e4t\u00fd Peter otvoril br\u00e1nu bez ot\u00e1zok, namieri rovno do per\u00edn.\u00a0\u010cerstvo vypran\u00e9 oblie\u010dky\u00a0pre\u0148ho zjavne predstavuj\u00fa pr\u00e1zdne maliarske pl\u00e1tno. Zanech\u00e1 na nich zablaten\u00fd odtla\u010dok dobrodru\u017enej cesty – autentick\u00fd podpis tul\u00e1ka, ktor\u00fd pr\u00e1ve dobyl svet a teraz si pri\u0161iel uplatni\u0165 n\u00e1rok na k\u00fasok raja na perine.<\/p>\n A zatia\u013e \u010do sa\u00a0dnu\u00a0odohr\u00e1va ne\u017en\u00e1 okup\u00e1cia periny, na r\u00edmse nad oknom prebieha celkom in\u00e1 dr\u00e1ma. Vadia sa drozdy. Inak ako v zime. Vtedy mo\u017eno \u0161lo o posledn\u00fa zamrznut\u00fa bobu\u013eu \u0161\u00edpky,\u00a0o pre\u017eitie, no dnes s\u00fa to majitelia nehnute\u013enost\u00ed, architekti a \u017eiarliv\u00ed milenci. Stoja proti sebe, vy\u0165ahuj\u00fa hrude a nad\u00e1vaj\u00fa si tak,\u00a0a\u017e sa v\u00e1m zd\u00e1, \u017ee tie \u201eur\u00e1\u017eky\u201c s\u00fa v skuto\u010dnosti milostn\u00fdmi b\u00e1s\u0148ami. Cel\u00fd vesm\u00edr tu\u0161\u00edm vznikol len preto, aby mal drozd kam polo\u017ei\u0165 steblo tr\u00e1vy, sna\u017eia sa jeden druh\u00e9ho prekri\u010da\u0165, aby nebolo po\u010du\u0165, ako im od to\u013ek\u00e9ho o\u010dak\u00e1vania b\u00facha srdce.<\/p>\n Svet je skr\u00e1tka pln\u00fd d\u00f4le\u017eit\u00fdch vt\u00e1\u010d\u00edch sporov, zatia\u013e \u010do n\u00e1\u0161 \u201eban\u00edk z\u00a0Durhamu\u201c v posteli sp\u00ed spravodliv\u00fdm sp\u00e1nkom dobyvate\u013ea, ignoruj\u00fac fakt, \u017ee sa stal stredobodom vesm\u00edru, v ktorom sa pr\u00e1ve perie biela bielize\u0148 so sychravou skuto\u010dnos\u0165ou marcov\u00e9ho d\u0148a.<\/p>\n Svet je nezrozumite\u013en\u00fd. Prich\u00e1dza a odch\u00e1dza bez vysvetlenia, zanech\u00e1vaj\u00fac po sebe babky na cintor\u00edne, ktor\u00e9 ako str\u00e1\u017ekyne d\u00e1keho ritu\u00e1lu sved\u010dia o tom, \u017ee tu dnes r\u00e1no niekto bol a treb\u00e1rs nechal otvoren\u00e9 okn\u00e1 dokor\u00e1n, rozkvitnut\u00e9\u00a0bz\u00fakaj\u00face\u00a0stromy, vt\u00e1\u010die spory… Akoby niekto niekde na chv\u00ed\u013eu odhrnul z\u00e1ves nad celou plan\u00e9tou, no urobil to tak r\u00fdchlo, \u017ee sa vzduch nestihol ochladi\u0165 a zostal visie\u0165 vo zvl\u00e1\u0161tnom medzipriestore, kde sa v\u00f4\u0148a modranskej hliny mie\u0161a s par\u00ed\u017eskym oz\u00f3nom a\u00a0pittsburghsk\u00fdm\u00a0dymom.<\/p>\n A tak tu stoj\u00edm v rozopnutom svetri a s privret\u00fdmi o\u010dami, ke\u010f slnko kone\u010dne zalezie a vzduch trochu skrotne a pozer\u00e1m sa na \u0161pinav\u00e9 ruky od hliny, mo\u017eno rovnak\u00e9 ako ruky \u017eien, \u010do sa mrvia v z\u00e1hrad\u00e1ch v\u00a0Kremse\u00a0alebo\u00a0Grenobli. Sme jedna ve\u013ek\u00e1 rodina t\u00fdch, \u010do sa v marci nest\u00edhaj\u00fa \u010dudova\u0165. Jar vonia ako s\u013eub, ktor\u00fd sa nikdy celkom nespln\u00ed, lebo sa pr\u00edli\u0161 pon\u00e1h\u013ea. Ale k\u00fdm je tu, je v\u0161etko v poriadku.<\/p>\n U\u017eite si ten moment, k\u00fdm jar znova nezbal\u00ed kufre, mo\u017eno k\u00fdm tento fejt\u00f3n do\u010d\u00edtate, u\u017e budete v z\u00e1suvk\u00e1ch h\u013eada\u0165 opa\u013eovac\u00ed kr\u00e9m. Va\u0161a\u00a0Veve<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Veronika \u0160ikulov\u00e1<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" V\u017edy je to rovnak\u00e1 pesni\u010dka. R\u00e1no, takmer v polosp\u00e1nku h\u013ead\u00e1m hrub\u00e9 vlnen\u00e9 pono\u017eky od tety Dany a k\u00fdm si stihnem uvari\u0165 druh\u00fa k\u00e1vu, cez okno vlezie slnko drz\u00e9 ako trhovn\u00ed\u010dka niekde na r\u00ednku a zab\u0155da. E\u0161te v\u010dera sme sa babu\u0161ili do kab\u00e1tov, nad\u00e1vali na sychrav\u00e9 r\u00e1na a zrazu – b\u00e1c! Jar je tu. 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