ﻭﻗﺘﯽﺧﯿﻠﯽﮐﻮﭼﮏﺑﻮﺩﻡﺍﻭﻟﯿﻦ ﺧﺎﻧﻮﺍﺩﻩﺍﯼﮐﻪﺩﺭﻣﺤﻠﻤﺎﻥﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﺧﺮﯾﺪ ﻣﺎ ﺑﻮﺩﯾﻢ. ﻫﻨﻮﺯﺟﻌﺒﻪﻗﺪﯾﻤﯽﻭﮔﻮﺷﯽﺳﯿﺎﻩﻭ ﺑﺮﺍﻕﺗﻠﻔﻦﮐﻪﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﻭﺻﻞﺷﺪﻩ ﺑﻮﺩ ﺑﻪ ﺧﻮﺑﯽ ﺩﺭ ﺧﺎﻃﺮﻡ ﻣﺎﻧﺪﻩ. ﻗﺪﻣﻦﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩﺑﻮﺩﻭﺩﺳﺘﻢﺑﻪﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﻧﻤﯿﺮﺳﯿﺪﻭﻟﯽﻫﺮﻭﻗﺖﮐﻪﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺑﺎ ﺗﻠﻔﻦﺣﺮﻑﻣﯿﺰﺩﻣﯽﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡﻭﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻟﺬﺕ ﻣﯿﺒﺮﺩﻡ! ﻗﺪﻣﻦﮐﻮﺗﺎﻩﺑﻮﺩﻭﺩﺳﺘﻢﺑﻪﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﻧﻤﯿﺮﺳﯿﺪﻭﻟﯽﻫﺮﻭﻗﺖﮐﻪﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺑﺎ ﺗﻠﻔﻦﺣﺮﻑﻣﯿﺰﺩﻣﯽﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡﻭﮔﻮﺵ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩﻡ ﻭ ﻟﺬﺕ ﻣﯿﺒﺮﺩﻡ! ﺑﻌﺪﺍﺯﻣﺪﺗﯽ ﮐﺸﻒﮐﺮﺩﻡﮐﻪ ﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩﯼ ﻋﺠﯿﺐﺩﺭﺍﯾﻦﺟﻌﺒﻪﺟﺎﺩﻭﯾﯽﺯﻧﺪﮔﯽ ﻣﯽﮐﻨﺪﮐﻪﻫﻤﻪﭼﯿﺰﺭﺍﻣﯽﺩﺍﻧﺪ.ﺍﺳﻢ ﺍﯾﻦﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕﻟﻄﻔﺂﺑﻮﺩ،ﻭﺑﻪ ﻫﻤﻪ ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻬﺎ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﻣﯽﺩﺍﺩ... ﺳﺎﻋﺖﺩﺭﺳﺖﺭﺍﻣﯽﺩﺍﻧﺴﺖﻭﺷﻤﺎﺭﻩ ﺗﻠﻔﻦﻫﺮﮐﺴﯽﺭﺍﺑﻪﺳﺮﻋﺖﭘﯿﺪﺍ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩ! ﺑﺎﺭﺍﻭﻟﯽﮐﻪﺑﺎﺍﯾﻦﻣﻮﺟﻮﺩﻋﺠﯿﺐ ﺭﺍﺑﻄﻪﺑﺮﻗﺮﺍﺭﮐﺮﺩﻡﺭﻭﺯﯼﺑﻮﺩﮐﻪ ﻣﺎﺩﺭﻡﺑﻪ ﺩﯾﺪﻥ ﻫﻤﺴﺎﯾﻪﻣﺎﻥ ﺭﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩ. ﺭﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩﻡﺩﺭﺯﯾﺮﺯﻣﯿﻦﻭﺑﺎﻭﺳﺎﯾﻞ ﻧﺠﺎﺭﯼﭘﺪﺭﻡ ﺑﺎﺯﯼ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩﻡﮐﻪ ﺑﺎ ﭼﮑﺶ ﮐﻮﺑﯿﺪﻡﺭﻭﯼﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻢ.ﺩﺳﺘﻢﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﺭﺩ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻟﯽﺍﻧﮕﺎﺭ ﮔﺮﯾﻪﮐﺮﺩﻥ ﻓﺎﯾﺪﻩ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺖﭼﻮﻥﮐﺴﯽﺩﺭﺧﺎﻧﻪﻧﺒﻮﺩﮐﻪ ﺩﻟﺪﺍﺭﯾﻢ ﺑﺪﻫﺪ. ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻢﺭﺍﮐﺮﺩﻩﺑﻮﺩﻡﺩﺭﺩﻫﺎﻧﻢﻭ ﻫﻤﯿﻦﻃﻮﺭﮐﻪﻣﯿﻤﮑﯿﺪﻣﺶﺩﻭﺭﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍﻩﻣﯽﺭﻓﺘﻢ.ﺗﺎﺍﯾﻨﮑﻪﺑﻪﺭﺍﻩﭘﻠﻪ ﺭﺳﯿﺪﻡﻭ ﭼﺸﻤﻢ ﺑﻪ ﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﺍﻓﺘﺎﺩ!ﻓﻮﺭﯼ ﺭﻓﺘﻢﻭﯾﮏﭼﻬﺎﺭﭘﺎﯾﻪﺁﻭﺭﺩﻡﻭﺭﻓﺘﻢ ﺭﻭﯾﺶ ﺍﯾﺴﺘﺎﺩﻡ.ﺍ ﺗﻠﻔﻦﺭﺍﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢﻭ ﺩﺭﺩﻫﻨﯽﺗﻠﻔﻦ ﮐﻪ ﺭﻭﯼﺟﻌﺒﻪﺑﺎﻻﯼﺳﺮﻡﺑﻮﺩﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﻔﺂ ﺻﺪﺍﯼﻭﺻﻞﺷﺪﻥﺁﻣﺪﻭﺑﻌﺪﺻﺪﺍﯾﯽ ﻭﺍﺿﺢﻭﺁﺭﺍﻡﺩﺭﮔﻮﺷﻢﮔﻔﺖ: ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻢ ﺩﺭﺩ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ....ﺣﺎﻻ ﯾﮑﯽ ﺑﻮﺩ ﮐﻪ ﺣﺮﻑﻫﺎﯾﻢﺭﺍﺑﺸﻨﻮﺩ،ﺍﺷﮑﻬﺎﯾﮏ ﺳﺮﺍﺯﯾﺮ ﺷﺪ. ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ ﻣﺎﻣﺎﻧﺖ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻫﯿﭽﮑﺲ ﺧﺎﻧﻪ ﻧﯿﺴﺖ ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ ﺧﻮﻧﺮﯾﺰﯼ ﺩﺍﺭﯼ ؟ ﺟﻮﺍﺏ ﺩﺍﺩﻡ:ﻧﻪ ، ﺑﺎ ﭼﮑﺶ ﮐﻮﺑﯿﺪﻡ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﻢ ﻭ ﺣﺎﻻ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺩﺭﺩ ﺩﺍﺭﻡ.ﺍ ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ:ﺩﺳﺘﺖ ﺑﻪ ﺟﺎ ﯾﺨﯽ ﻣﯿﺮﺳﺪ ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﮐﻪ ﻣﯽﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﺩﺭﺵ ﺭﺍ ﺑﺎﺯ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﺻﺪﺍﮔﻔﺖ:ﺑﺮﻭﯾﮏﺗﮑﻪﯾﺦﺑﺮﺩﺍﺭﻭ ﺭﻭﯼ ﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺖ ﻧﮕﻪ ﺩﺍﺭ. ﯾﮏ ﺭﻭﺯ ﺩﯾﮕﺮ ﺑﻪ ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﺯﻧﮓ ﺯﺩﻡ. ﺻﺪﺍﯾﯽﮐﻪﺩﯾﮕﺮﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢﻏﺮﯾﺒﻪﻧﺒﻮﺩ ﮔﻔﺖ:ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ. ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡﺗﻌﻤﯿﺮﺭﺍﭼﻄﻮﺭﻣﯽﻧﻮﯾﺴﻨﺪ؟ ﻭ ﺍﻭ ﺟﻮﺍﺑﻢ ﺭﺍ ﺩﺍﺩ. ﺑﻌﺪﺍﺯﺁﻥﺑﺮﺍﯼﻫﻤﻪﺳﻮﺍﻟﻬﺎﯾﻢﺑﺎ ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﻔﺂ ﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﻣﯿﮕﺮﻓﺘﻢ. ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻬﺎﯼﺟﻐﺮﺍﻓﯽﺍﻡﺭﺍﺍﺯﺍﻭ ﻣﯽﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡﻭﺍﻭﺑﻮﺩﮐﻪﺑﻪﻣﻦﮔﻔﺖ ﺁﻣﺎﺯﻭﻥﮐﺠﺎﺳﺖ.ﺳﻮﺍﻟﻬﺎﯼﺭﯾﺎﺿﯽﻭ ﻋﻠﻮﻣﻢﺭﺍﺑﻠﺪﺑﻮﺩﺟﻮﺍﺏﺑﺪﻫﺪ.ﺍﻭﺑﻪ ﻣﻦﮔﻔﺖﮐﻪﺑﺎﯾﺪﺑﻪﻗﻨﺎﺭﯾﻢﮐﻪﺗﺎﺯﻩﺍﺯ ﭘﺎﺭﮎ ﮔﺮﻓﺘﻪ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ ﺩﺍﻧﻪ ﺑﺪﻫﻢ. ﺭﻭﺯﯼﮐﻪﻗﻨﺎﺭﯼﺍﻡﻣﺮﺩﺑﺎﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﻔﺂﺗﻤﺎﺱﮔﺮﻓﺘﻢﻭﺩﺍﺳﺘﺎﻥﻏﻢ ﺍﻧﮕﯿﺰﺵﺭﺍﺑﺮﺍﯾﺶﺗﻌﺮﯾﻒﮐﺮﺩﻡ.ﺍﻭ ﺩﺭﺳﮑﻮﺕﺑﻪﻣﻦﮔﻮﺵﮐﺮﺩﻭﺑﻌﺪ ﺣﺮﻓﻬﺎﯾﯽﺭﺍﺯﺩﮐﻪﻋﻤﻮﻣﺂﺑﺰﺭﮔﺘﺮﻫﺎ ﺑﺮﺍﯼﺩﻟﺪﺍﺭﯼ ﺍﺯ ﺑﭽﻪ ﻫﺎ ﻣﯽﮔﻮﯾﻨﺪ.ﻭﻟﯽ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺍﺿﯽ ﻧﺸﺪﻡ. ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ:ﭼﺮﺍ ﭘﺮﻧﺪﻩﻫﺎﯼ ﺯﯾﺒﺎ ﮐﻪ ﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﻫﻢﻗﺸﻨﮓﺁﻭﺍﺯﻣﯽﺧﻮﺍﻧﻨﺪﻭﺧﺎﻧﻪﻫﺎ ﺭﺍﭘﺮﺍﺯﺷﺎﺩﯼﻣﯿﮑﻨﻨﺪﻋﺎﻗﺒﺘﺸﺎﻥ ﺍﯾﻨﺴﺖﮐﻪﺑﻪﯾﮏﻣﺸﺖﭘﺮﺩﺭﮔﻮﺷﻪ ﻗﻔﺲ ﺗﺒﺪﯾﻞ ﻣﯿﺸﻮﻧﺪ ؟ ﻓﮑﺮﻣﯿﮑﻨﻢﻋﻤﻖﺩﺭﺩﻭﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱﻣﺮﺍ ﻓﻬﻤﯿﺪ،ﭼﻮﻥﮐﻪﮔﻔﺖ:ﻋﺰﯾﺰﻡ، ﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪ ﺑﻪ ﺧﺎﻃﺮ ﺩﺍﺷﺘﻪ ﺑﺎﺵ ﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﯿﺎﯼ ﺩﯾﮕﺮﯼﻫﻢﻫﺴﺖﮐﻪﻣﯽﺷﻮﺩﺩﺭﺁﻥ ﺁﻭﺍﺯﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪﻭﻣﻦﺣﺲﮐﺮﺩﻡﮐﻪﺣﺎﻟﻢ ﺑﻬﺘﺮ ﺷﺪ. ﻭﻗﺘﯽﮐﻪﻧﻪﺳﺎﻟﻪﺷﺪﻡﺍﺯﺁﻥﺷﻬﺮ ﮐﻮﭼﮏﺭﻓﺘﯿﻢ.ﺩﻟﻢﺧﯿﻠﯽ ﺑﺮﺍﯼ ﺩﻭﺳﺘﻢ ﺗﻨﮓﺷﺪ.ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﻔﺂﻣﺘﻌﻠﻖ ﺑﻪ ﺁﻥ ﺟﻌﺒﻪﭼﻮﺑﯽﻗﺪﯾﻤﯽﺑﺮﺭﻭﯼﺩﯾﻮﺍﺭﺑﻮﺩ ﻭﻣﻦﺣﺘﯽﺑﻪﻓﮑﺮﻡﻫﻢﻧﻤﯿﺮﺳﯿﺪﮐﻪ ﺗﻠﻔﻦﺯﯾﺒﺎﯼﺧﺎﻧﻪﺟﺪﯾﺪﻣﺎﻥﺭﺍﺍﻣﺘﺤﺎﻥ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﻭﻗﺘﯽﺑﺰﺭﮔﺘﺮﻭﺑﺰﺭﮔﺘﺮﻣﯽﺷﺪﻡ، ﺧﺎﻃﺮﺍﺕﺑﭽﮕﯿﻢﺭﺍﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪﺩﻭﺭﻩ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩﻡ.ﺩﺭﻟﺤﻈﺎﺗﯽﺍﺯﻋﻤﺮﻡﮐﻪﺑﺎ ﺷﮏﻭﺩﻭﺩﻟﯽﻭﻫﺮﺍﺱﺩﺭﮔﯿﺮ ﻣﯽﺷﺪﻡ،ﯾﺎﺩﻡﻣﯽﺁﻣﺪﮐﻪﺩﺭﺑﭽﮕﯽ ﭼﻘﺪﺭﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱﺍﻣﻨﯿﺖﻣﯽﮐﺮﺩﻡ. ﺍﺣﺴﺎﺱﻣﯽﮐﺮﺩﻡﮐﻪﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕﻟﻄﻔﺂ ﭼﻘﺪﺭﻣﻬﺮﺑﺎﻥﻭﺻﺒﻮﺭﺑﻮﺩﮐﻪﻭﻗﺖﻭ ﻧﯿﺮﻭﯾﺶ ﺭﺍ ﺻﺮﻑ ﯾﮏ ﭘﺴﺮ ﺑﭽﻪ ﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩ. ﺳﺎﻟﻬﺎﺑﻌﺪﻭﻗﺘﯽﺷﻬﺮﻡﺭﺍﺑﺮﺍﯼﺭﻓﺘﻦ ﺑﻪﺩﺍﻧﺸﮕﺎﻩﺗﺮﮎﻣﯿﮑﺮﺩﻡ، ﻫﻮﺍﭘﯿﻤﺎﯾﻤﺎﻥﺩﺭﻭﺳﻂﺭﺍﻩﺟﺎﯾﯽ ﻧﺰﺩﯾﮏﺑﻪﺷﻬﺮﺳﺎﺑﻖﻣﻦﺗﻮﻗﻒﮐﺮﺩ. ﻧﺎﺧﻮﺩﺍﮔﺎﻩﺗﻠﻔﻦﺭﺍﺑﺮﺩﺍﺷﺘﻢﻭﺑﻪﺷﻬﺮ ﮐﻮﭼﮑﻢ ﺯﻧﮓ ﺯﺩﻡ:ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻟﻄﻔﺂ! ﺻﺪﺍﯼﻭﺍﺿﺢﻭﺁﺭﺍﻣﯽﮐﻪﺑﻪﺧﻮﺑﯽ ﻣﯿﺸﻨﺎﺧﺘﻤﺶ ،ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﺩﺍﺩ ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ ﻧﺎﺧﻮﺩﺍﮔﺎﻩ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ ﻣﯽﺷﻮﺩ ﺑﮕﻮﯾﯿﺪ ﺗﻌﻤﯿﺮ ﺭﺍ ﭼﮕﻮﻧﻪ ﻣﯽﻧﻮﯾﺴﻨﺪ ؟ ﺳﮑﻮﺗﯽﻃﻮﻻﻧﯽﺣﺎﮐﻢﺷﺪﻭﺑﻌﺪ ﺻﺪﺍﯼﺁﺭﺍﻣﺶﺭﺍﺷﻨﯿﺪﻡﮐﻪﻣﯽﮔﻔﺖ: ﻓﮑﺮﻣﯽﮐﻨﻢﺗﺎﺣﺎﻻﺍﻧﮕﺸﺘﺖﺧﻮﺏ ﺷﺪﻩ. ﺧﻨﺪﯾﺪﻡﻭﮔﻔﺘﻢ:ﭘﺲﺧﻮﺩﺕﻫﺴﺘﯽ، ﻣﯽﺩﺍﻧﯽﺁﻥﺭﻭﺯﻫﺎﭼﻘﺪﺭﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢﻣﻬﻢ ﺑﻮﺩﯼ ؟ ﮔﻔﺖ:ﺗﻮﻫﻢﻣﯿﺪﺍﻧﯽﺗﻤﺎﺳﻬﺎﯾﺖ ﭼﻘﺪﺭ ﺑﺮﺍﯾﻢﻣﻬﻢﺑﻮﺩ؟ﻫﯿﭽﻮﻗﺖﺑﭽﻪﺍﯼ ﻧﺪﺍﺷﺘﻢﻭﻫﻤﯿﺸﻪﻣﻨﺘﻈﺮﺗﻤﺎﺳﻬﺎﯾﺖ ﺑﻮﺩﻡ. ﺑﻪﺍﻭﮔﻔﺘﻢﮐﻪﺩﺭﺍﯾﻦﻣﺪﺕﭼﻘﺪﺭﺑﻪ ﻓﮑﺮﺵﺑﻮﺩﻡ.ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪﻡ ﺁﯾﺎ ﻣﯽﺗﻮﺍﻧﻢ ﻫﺮ ﺑﺎﺭﮐﻪﺑﻪﺍﯾﻨﺠﺎﻣﯽﺁﯾﻢﺑﺎﺍﻭﺗﻤﺎﺱ ﺑﮕﯿﺮﻡ. ﮔﻔﺖ:ﻟﻄﻔﺂﺍﯾﻦﮐﺎﺭﺭﺍﺑﮑﻦ،ﺑﮕﻮ ﻣﯽﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢ ﺑﺎ ﻣﺎﺭﯼ ﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﺳﻪﻣﺎﻩﺑﻌﺪﻣﻦﺩﻭﺑﺎﺭﻩﺑﻪﺁﻥﺷﻬﺮ ﺭﻓﺘﻢ. ﯾﮏ ﺻﺪﺍﯼ ﻧﺎ ﺁﺷﻨﺎ ﭘﺎﺳﺦ ﺩﺍﺩ:ﺍﻃﻼﻋﺎﺕ. ﮔﻔﺘﻢﮐﻪﻣﯽﺧﻮﺍﻫﻢﺑﺎﻣﺎﺭﯼﺻﺤﺒﺖ ﮐﻨﻢ. ﭘﺮﺳﯿﺪ:ﺩﻭﺳﺘﺶ ﻫﺴﺘﯿﺪ ؟ ﮔﻔﺘﻢ:ﺑﻠﻪ ﯾﮏ ﺩﻭﺳﺖ ﺑﺴﯿﺎﺭ ﻗﺪﯾﻤﯽ. ﮔﻔﺖ:ﻣﺘﺎﺳﻔﻢ،ﻣﺎﺭﯼﻣﺪﺗﯽﻧﯿﻤﻪ ﻭﻗﺖﮐﺎﺭﻣﯽﮐﺮﺩﭼﻮﻥﺳﺨﺖﺑﯿﻤﺎﺭ ﺑﻮﺩﻭﻣﺘﺎﺳﻔﺎﻧﻪﯾﮏﻣﺎﻩﭘﯿﺶ ﺩﺭﮔﺬﺷﺖ. ﻗﺒﻞﺍﺯ ﺍﯾﻨﮑﻪ ﺑﺘﻮﺍﻧﻢﺣﺮﻓﯽ ﺑﺰﻧﻢ ﮔﻔﺖ: ﺻﺒﺮﮐﻨﯿﺪ،ﻣﺎﺭﯼﺑﺮﺍﯼﺷﻤﺎ ﭘﯿﻐﺎﻣﯽﮔﺬﺍﺷﺘﻪ،ﯾﺎﺩﺩﺍﺷﺘﺶﮐﺮﺩﮐﻪ ﺍﮔﺮﺷﻤﺎﺯﻧﮓﺯﺩﯾﺪﺑﺮﺍﯾﺘﺎﻥﺑﺨﻮﺍﻧﻢ، ﺑﮕﺬﺍﺭﯾﺪ ﺑﺨﻮﺍﻧﻤﺶ. ﺻﺪﺍﯼﺧﺶﺧﺶﮐﺎﻏﺬﯼﺁﻣﺪﻭﺑﻌﺪ ﺻﺪﺍﯼﻧﺎﺁﺷﻨﺎﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ:ﺑﻪﺍﻭﺑﮕﻮﮐﻪ ﺩﻧﯿﺎﯼﺩﯾﮕﺮﯼﻫﻢﻫﺴﺖﮐﻪﻣﯽﺷﻮﺩ ﺩﺭﺁﻥﺁﻭﺍﺯﺧﻮﺍﻧﺪ...ﺧﻮﺩﺵﻣﻨﻈﻮﺭﻡ ﺭﺍ ﻣﯽﻓﻬﻤﺪ!

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