It’s happened to me a lot, and more than that. Sometimes they had to start overtly bullying me before I got the message that I’d better get lost. It was probably due to the combination of two factors: 1) I rarely thought whether I was welcome or not, and had a hard time telling when I wasn’t, and 2) I was taught to think in terms of whether I have a right to be somewhere at some time, and not how likely that right is to be respected or whether I have any realistic means of defending it. Unsurprisingly, other people left those places much sooner than I did, and only I had to be set right by means of bullying.
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The red lake has been forgotten. A dust devil stuns you long enough to shroud forever those last shards of wisdom. The breeze rocking this forlorn wasteland whispers in your ears, “Não resta mais que uma sombra”.