This nose comes with a price. In school they called me out, gave me names, made fun of me. One day — I will never forget — a kid really put in the creative work. He designed a massive paper nose, put elastics on it and wore it like a mask. Then he ran around with it saying: "I am Alexandros, my name is Alexandros."
Today I know how much that kid suffered himself. I was in his house as a friend later — because he had no other friends except me. He invited me. His parents were divorced, his mum not really into parenting. He had no love. What he was seeking: attention. Like we all do when we do things to be seen.
That was his way of screaming silently: "Hey, I am also here. Do you see me? Does anyone see me?"
Even at the boxing club, when I wanted to sign up, they said: "Not sure with that nose — we can hit you from the other side of the room." Those things hurt. Back then they were destroying me. Today? Not anymore. I love my nose.
Berlin, 2006
I remember moving to Berlin and walking into the pharmacy. What a moment. I am buying a cream for my skin — I had something like dry skin — and the woman behind the counter was so attractive. Because I was watching so much porn at that time, I only saw a Brazzers character, not a pharmacy woman.
She asked me if I was new in the area. I said: "Yes, I moved from the south of Germany." She was 15 to 20 years older than me — haha, you can imagine the rest, right?
I paid. And then she said: "You have a big and nice nose. I am sure you have something else nice."
I was in shock. I was ice. I could not understand that she was serious. I was used to being bullied because of that nose — not getting this kind of attention from a hot Berlin pharmacy woman. She wrote her number on the cream I bought. And I waited until the evening to call her.
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Love to you.
Alexandros