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They are hysterical » Ander Izagirre · Blog and personal web

They are hysterical

December 20, 2011 in Coconut milkshake

I sent a question to a friend. Instead of a direct reply, she has responded with a list of ten memories from her life (I have changed details to preserve her anonymity).

“1- When my sister was about 8 or 9 years old, an old man approached her in the square and said: “I'll give you a piece of candy and give me a little kiss”.

2- When I was about 12 years old, I went with a friend to the ruined factory that we had in front of our house. An old man with a beret appeared, friendly, and she began to talk to us and follow us as we walked through the factory stepping on glass shards. He gained confidence and grabbed my arm. "Let me lift you up, to see how much you weigh." I let go of the arm, stepped away quickly. An alarm went off. And we left. My friend told me: "But girl, how have you reacted." I wonder why I reacted like this and why other hatchlings don't. What makes you jump that alarm.

3- At the age of 13, one day I was waiting for my mother on the street, next to the doorway. A boy my age came from my right, very close to the wall where I was. The alarm also went off. I grabbed a folder and raised it up to the height of my breasts, as protection. He walked past me and I felt a sharp pinch on my cunt. A chill rose to my head, I froze, somehow violated. I remember how I felt that day and many days after. The next day we had a family celebration, I remember the clothes I was wearing, the photos we took, me with my pale face and my green clothes, sad, stained, remembering what happened the day before. I always feel a great sadness when I see that photo, so many years later.

4- A few years later, that same kid started hitting a neighbor in the ass with his racket. Another day, he was riding his bike through the park and he smacked a friend in the ass.

5- When I was 16 years old, on a train I sat next to a man. After talking for a while, he started to grab my hand. Then he asked me to kiss him. I didn't even dare move. He offered me 40,000 pesetas to go with him to a hotel.

6- In Peru, in the middle of the cathedral square, a guy touched my ass. Also there, on the train, a man rubbed up and down a companion. In London, in the middle of the street, another guy groped my ass.

7- At the university, when leaving class, a classmate approached me from the side, grabbed my pants at the ankles and suddenly pulled them up so that everyone could see my unshaven legs . Another day, in front of more people, he told me "you have the ugliest ears I've ever seen."

8- In a polygon on the outskirts of my city, where I worked, a man yelled at me from a van: "I'm going to eat your cunt!" Another day, in that same polygon, I was walking down a hill and a car going uphill passed me, slowly, with some guys inside. I kept walking, looked back and saw that they had stopped at the top of the slope. The car turned, began to go down, passed me and crossed in front of me. They stayed waiting for me. I saw that there were four men inside. I got extremely nervous and started running to a hotel, where there were more people, and the car left.

They are hysterical » Ander Izagirre · Blog and personal web

9- When I was about 20 years old, a friend of my father, married with children, took me from one city to another in his car because it was on his way. I was in the passenger seat. Halfway through, he reached out his hand and rested it on my thigh, while he told me "I appreciate you and your family very much." He did nothing else. But it was not a normal way of playing. I didn't do anything or say anything to my father.

10- Two weeks ago, at night in a bar, in front of me a girl got her ass groped. She turned around and said “you touch your mother's ass”. At the bar there were two smiling guys, between the darkness and the impunity of the bar. He did not know which of the two it had been. That same night, walking home at four in the morning, a boy was fooling around with another friend, he came up to me and said “beautiful”. A little further on, a guy called me from a street corner, “pssst, pssst”, and said “girl, come here”.