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…Oleftinas dzivesstasts atri kluva par sausmu filmu. Protams, vinai vienmer bija patikusi trilleri, tomer klut par si zanra galveno varoni vina nebija gatava. Nodeviba, vardarbiba un sapigi kritieni – un tas ir tikai sakums…

Tina Olefa

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Tina Olefa

Veza dienasgramata

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2009. gads – …


Reiz sensenos laikos kadai jaunai, loti jaunai sievietei piedzima meitenite, un nosauca vinu par Oleftinu…


…Ta es saku rakstit un sapratu, ka tas ir tik triviali un garlaicigi. Aiz loga cuksteja lietus, ara bija pavisam neomuligi, bet dzivokli silti un erti. Meita ka tipiskais pusaudzis neapmierinata ar sevi un ar dzivi, ar visiem un par visumu, mekleja, ko apgerbt uz skolu, bet es meginaju iedzilinaties savas domas un nokert muzu. Mazais jau guleja, jo vienigais, kas vinu uztrauca, tas bija – ka tikt pie jauna beibleida un nepildit MAMMAS majas darbus. Laimigakais cilvecins uz visas pasaules – sesgadigais Alefs.

Vina vecuma es biju kartiga un erta meitene bez problemam, bez grutibam, bez rupem. Vecakiem prieks un lepnums, jo macibas padevas viegli un veiksmigi, ipasi neblenojos, manus vecakus nemaz neapgrutinaja mana klatbutne, jo reali biju kaut kur blakus nevis kopa. Mamma meginaja sakartot savu dzivi ar kadu jaunu un jauku virieti, kaut pati ari bija pavisam zala un isti nezinaja, ka to izdarit. Teti neatceros, jo vins pameta mammu un aizbrauca talu prom. Mamma ipasi smagos brizos, kad bija pavisam riebigi ar ta briza viru, stastija par manu biologisko tevu visadas skaistas pasakas un pustaisnibas. Es biju maza un ticeju salavecim, brinumiem un mammas uzslavam manam tevam. Biju lepna par to, ka vinam ir augstaka izglitiba, kaut tagad saprotu, ka vins nebija nekads salavecis, parasts virietis, vajs, pavirss. Mamma ilgu laiku, ari tad, kad bija pieaugusi un pati kluvusi par mammu, atcerejas savu muza milestibu. Tikai tad, kad man palika 33, mamma secinaja, ka vins nemaz nav ideals virietis un milestiba nebija tik muziga. Vienkarsi 28 gadus vina dievinaja un loloja savu sapni par idealu dzivi.

Kamer kavejos atminas par savu bernibu, meita aizmiga man blakus, aizmirstot par skaistumu, pinnem un drebem, mils engelis. Centos dot vinai macibu, ka nepielaut kludas: manas, vecmammas un visa sieviesu pulka. Sava dzive maza piedzivoja un pardzivoja tik daudz, ka tam jaatvel laiks un par to obligati japastasta. Es vinas vecuma nemaz nezinaju, ka ir tik smagi dzivot, jo biju veseliga un bezrupiga. Es biju laba meitene, pareizi dzivoju. Vienigais, kas mani sarugtinaja – mammas un vinas vira problematiskas attiecibas. Mamma kartoja maju un dzivi, virs meloja un mesloja…


…Emma, ta sauc manu meitinu, ari lidz 11 gadiem smejas un lidoja pa dzivi, kamer viena jauka diena nesaslima… Protams, vina ari agrak slimoja, bet tas bija parastas lietas: angina, gripa… Nekas nopietns. Tas bija mans pirmais specigais satricinajums, jo lidz dienai x es uzskatiju, ka mana dzive ir ideala un es to dzivoju pareizi, kontroleju un vadu, ta bija pirma kluda, kuru es pielavu, uznemoties parak daudz, parvertejot savu lomu savas dzives scenarija. No tas dienas sakas manas atmodas ilgais process. Bet, protams, to es sapratu tikai divus gadus velak, pec visa murga, ko mes bijam pardzivojusi. Taja bridi zem idealas gimenes utopiska aizslietna neredzeju, par ko parversas mana dzive, es atkartoju manas mammas dzivi… Velejos idealo gimeni, kur bus ideali, gudri, talantigi un veseligi berni, ideals skaists, paklausigs un veiksmigs virs, un es – pasakaina princese vai karaliene sava karalvalsti.

Tomer realitate dabuju beziniciativas amorfu viriesa parstavi, tipisko alkoholiki – viru, kuru es vainoju visas savas bedas: meitas nopietnaja saslimsana, dela liekaja svara, gimenes kraha…


…Tomer sakas viss loti romantiski. Divi septinpadsmitgadigi jauniesi satikas, iemilejas, pec apmeram diviem gadiem apprecejas, jo ta gribejas un vajadzeja. Vins bija loti laimigs pirmo laiku, neticeja savai laimei, es loti gribeju, lai viss butu pareizi, vispirms lauliba, pec tam berns. Vins loti centas atbilst maniem nodomiem, bet cik tas bija gruti! Tik gruti, ka noturejamies kopa lauliba tikai trispadsmit gadus…


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