I
believed him too and never questioned the matter, for secretly
was hoping that that was true too. I always liked pictures,
and at three was
already shaping the backs of the photographs with a pen,
defining my own features portrayed in the photo on the front
side of an image in my little hands. Once, I even painted
a watch around my wrist, for always dreamt of having one
at that age, so I could look at time going by as though
I was a busy person. Being a little kid, I went to the kinder-garden
next to the Grandmoms’, and so did the other kids,
who lived close by. I have always been known as an eccentric
person and when I was born, I had a film all over me, as
my mother told me later on in my life. Back then people
used to attribute it to luck, but whether I had any, or
not became evident from my life later on and when I grew
up. Lucky became my middle name based on the events that
entered my life full of them and as they took place in it.
My first encounters with the opposite sex, as they were
called, took place at that time as well. I was always popular
among the girls and later women, and first boys, and then
later on, men, have always been jealous over my popularity
amongst the pretties. Often, I would find myself surrounded
by ladies, and would be the only man, or a few ones at their
parties. Nevertheless, and being popular amongst them, has
never meant a perfect relationship, and personal differences
among the people would always take over the friendship we
had. I have never thought that women, who were girls at
the time of my childhood, were a specie of an opposite gender
or sex. I have always thought of them as people first, who
are capable of good and evil, but because of the role that
the society reserved for them, they had to go differently
about the ways to get things done the way they needed them
to be done.
Even
though, my popularity was among many, ironically, it was always
only a few, who were closer to me than the rest, and it always
happened so, that those that I liked the most, did not like
me, and the ones that liked me the most got my rejection.
At seven I went to a school by the Grandmoms’, but at
ten I moved back to my parents apartment, and was transferred
to another school. I have always liked to explore new things
in my life, which often got me in trouble, and thus, I became
known as a troublemaker among those that were around me.
My
rebellious nature and the will to explore, often made my life
rough, but belonging to an ethnic minority during the time
that saw people divided into ethnic groups, meant disaster
to those few that had questioned the system. I remember that
once, being a little chubby boy, I got stuck in a hole in
a brick-fence-wall while playing with other children, who
by all means avoided the spot in the wall, and it took five
people to free me off of the bricks surrounding my hips. My
parents were called to the school over my behavior more often
than I saw my grandmothers anymore, and soon the street became
my third home. Many neighboring youngsters became close to
me, but never so, that I could call them friends in my heart.
For their hatred for those that were somehow different, and
the desire for power, in the end of our time spent together,
would always take over their attempt to remain equal at who
we were - kids.
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