April day, the spring comes early in the Middle East, and already
in April the cherry blossom outside the window was in full bloom. The small but
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carrying a pleasant chilly breeze. We were young, we were in love. And our bodies
were too small to keep it all inside.
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another kiss just created yet one more. Maybe it was the special one which out of it
two bodies twisted together, hands searching the other hand, together entering the
unknown world of love, joy and beauty.
When my roommate entered the room and found us tightly holding each other, all the
good and beautiful I knew disappeared. She was shouting: “sick”, “ugly”, “immoral”,
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shame and guilt those words planted in me.
I still wonder if I should consider this day as a beautiful memory or a sad one, it is
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I was in love with. This top is a memory of that day, a day of love and sorrow. The day
I discovered love is not spread fairly in this world. I, who still fall in love with women
and still loves to fall in love in April.
Laleh from Iran
OBJEKT: BJÄLLRA
Jag brukade bo med min ex-pojkvän. Han jobbade eller övade hela tiden på sitt
piano, han spenderade många timmar så och jag ville inte distrahera honom.
Vi hade båda egen tid då vi inte ville störas. Så vi använde en bjällra som
nyckelring, på det viset kunde vi urskilja ljudet från andra i huset. Det var
vår subtila form av att berätta att en var hemma.
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till Spanien för att leva med sin nya pojkvän. Dagen då vi möttes för att säga hej då,
gav jag honom en liten ask och i den la jag min bjällra tillsammans med en lapp
där det stod: ”Närhelst du ringer i bjällran är jag villig att lyssna på dig”.
Nu är det jag som bor långt borta i ett främmande land, med ett svårt språk och ibland
känner jag mig ensam. Jag har nya vänner som får mig att känna mig speciell men jag
saknar mina gamla vänner. Jag har också ett foto av bjällran jag en gång gav bort.
När jag tittar på fotot eller känner mig ensam, skriver jag till mitt ex som nu är min
bästa vän och tillsammans hittar vi lösningar på problem. Då känner jag att det
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Ernesto från Kuba
OBJECT: JINGLE BELL
I used to live with my ex boyfriend, he was always working or practicing on his piano.
He spent many hours on it and I didn’t want to distract him. Both of us had our
own time where we didn’t want any interruptions. We both used a jingle bell as a
key chain so we could distinguish the sounds from other people living in the house.
That was our subtle form of saying that one had arrived home.
A year after living together as ex partners, he decided to move from Cuba to Spain to
live with his new boyfriend. The day we met to say goodbye I gave him a small box
and inside I put my jingle bell next to a small note where I wrote: “Whenever you
make the jingle bell sound, I’ll be willing to listen to you.”
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feel lonely sometimes. I have new friends that make me feel special but I miss my
old friends. I also have the photo of the jingle bell I once gave away. When I look
at this picture or whenever I feel lonely, I write to my ex that now is my best
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