one of my biggest traumas i still think about and sometimes cry about

• first school year in italy: elementary school, age 5/6
  • didn't know so well the language
  • didn't bond with my classmates
  • i had only one (1) friend at that time... my best friend federica

at snack break the teachers let us playing in the courtyard, but i wanted to stay in class and eating my kinder surprise, it was a time where ferrero kinder made a collab with the hamtaro frenchise, so in every surprise you could get any little hamsters... my favourite was pashmina

one day i was chilling in the classroom while eating my fucking chocolate egg and popping the toy out of the plastic bottle inside... and i found pashmina!! i was *that* happy that i wanted to show to my bestie federica

... somehow this view lead her into a sort of amnesia

because, after the snack break she started to say that the toy i was handling was hers... because she ate the egg, but it wasn't true

well, it developped in a sort of pity crying because she said that she "lost" her hamster toy and i didn't want to return it to her...

nobody saw me eating the fucking chocolate egg, and my italian speech was poor and *i* was the "slavic" student, so everyone assunmed i stole the toy from federica

well, i had to "return" the toy and i started crying, but nobody believed that i ate the egg and they assumed that pashmina was federicas'

when my mom took me from school that evening and asked about the surprise in the kinder surprise i had to lie to her and tell her "i lost it"

much year later i can at least write that my best friend did a horrible thing to me: lead everyone thinking that i was a liar and a thief