Mollica ... Polis My family was poor. When I went to school, I spent in the shop downstairs and I mark it on the book debts of a sandwich. Usually, the sandwich I chose was the smallest that the shopkeeper could be found in the basket of bread. I used to divide as if I were to put in the bread and then I close by telling the shopkeeper that I'd stuffed in school with what I had given my mother. In fact, the sandwich remained empty ... but removing it from the paper which enveloped him, it seemed really a sandwich. I ate quickly and more diverged from the other so that was discovered the little secret.
As often happens, however, even the best kept secret in the world is discovered sooner or later ... and he did the same for mine.
I stole the snack from under the counter and discovered that there was nothing inside the sandwich ... just crumbs.
They understood what it meant that sandwich empty, the rest did not take long to compare them and my shoes, my folder and them my socks and their overblown.
giggles and glances of understanding, were the setting for the passage ... I was at that time that the nickname "crumbs", was used to precisely define ... a beautiful and indelible mark on fire!
I decided not to talk about these things with my mother ... I could solve it without her knowing, without her suffering for her child.
I gritted my teeth for several years. Crump grew and endured patiently.
It was then that I realized what I was stronger than them. The determination of who is right and he knows it was me ... I spent one of their laughter on top and each "crumb" shouted the crowd away, it was yet another confirmation for me than I had reason to think certain things.
The "group" is bad ...
If you are outside it does not have an easy life ... it takes a lot of strength and courage to be able to withstand the constant reference to your person ...
So ... my friends who are out of the group ... courage that the right is on our side!
Except ...
