Last year, seeing her, I mean Sonia, running through our desks as a restless butterfly, made me spontaneously jealous. "Who could the lucky father of this wonder little girl be?!" I tried to pomp the secret out of my colleagues. "You know, she is rather ill", whispered Diana and told me in a nutshell the touching story she would write for Gândul.
The other day, Enona Chiriac from the "Inima Copiilor" (Children's Heart) called "Congrats, you've just won 50.000 Euros". As any man who has never won a thing in his life, I accepted the news with great suspicion: "I beg your pardon?" She briefly told me about the Anonymous Man who, after reading Sonia's story in the archive of our newspaper articles, decided to donate the above mentioned amount to help building the Paediatrics and Cardiology department of the "Marie Curie" Hospital. I was prone to doubt: "Have you seen this money? And who, in God's name, is this anonymous guy?" "No, I haven't seen it, 'cause you can not carry it around in a purse, we signed a contract and the money will be transferred by the bank... and the guy is anonymous, that is he doesn't want his name to be reveal", my interlocutress spelled out for me. I went on with being sceptical: now really what sane man would make such a gesture and ask to remain anonymous?!
Mister Anonymous is a freak, as everybody working for the "Inima Copiilor". They are freaks because they make normal gestures when the entire world tamed the unnatural. They look suspicious because they invest time and energy in a dream. They are unnatural because people of this country have ceased to dream; in this country well-off people go to Vienna for treatment and the rest pray not to end up in a hospital.
Let's put a stop to our insane rush towards nowhere, to our ordinary squirm, to our daily haggle. Are we still capable of receiving good news? Save a few minutes to read today in Gândul the story of Sonia and Mr. Anonymous. Think of how much pain can a child endure, how awfully scared he/she is when and desperately grabbing you while going to the doctors'. You might whisper then that there are things that really matter. Envy, mistrust, scepticism may sometimes disappear in two ticks. And maybe this country would still stand a chance if we stopped looking up so much, and instead looked down to the anonymous and responsive people around us. Nuggets as big as a fist are hidden in the mud and wait for us to bow and pick them up.