In the story of "The boy from pink trousers" I saw my adolescence

Testimony of Andrea Del Christian Group LGBT+ of Sicily

I write about jet! Almost hot, a few hours after the vision of the film "The boy with pink trousers".

This film shared one of the deepest pains in the whole world and allowed that, a piece of this pain, shared it and gave it all.

As for me, what to say? After seeing this movie I don't know how to feel. I feel I am only A boy who arrived at the age of sixteen. Even if I had thought of ending it for a second. Only one. There was no other one. For this I was 16 years old, then 26, now 36. Because that thought lasted a second.

I happen to think every now and then, throwing my eyes to the sky, what really interrupted that bad thought; What made me go on. Sometimes I happen to have the answer just under my eyes, but that's not the case. I have not yet found an answer and therefore alive; through life. And this film has gone through my experience. Not identical, of course, but similar. Starting from the name!

Andrea!

The mother who looks at him like a perfect creature because he has it done she. And that boy, so sensitive. Of a boundless, overwhelming, excessive emotional width. Exaggerated, as the company would say! That smile that came first from the heart then passed from the eyes and only afterwards, once the magic has been made, passed from the lips almost as a tangible sign. Andrea, of a tenderness so concrete as to confuse grammar, to the school lesson "concrete names and abstract names".

A boy with his talents, who even his father admits, with extreme serenity, of not having inherited them from the family, almost like a miracle that had to be 'shown'. A "still small" yet protective teenager; Great in his marked emotion. Fragile to the point of questioning all this, thinking it was important impress On the others, losing himself, or at least renouncing one piece at a time.

Innocent and proud to think that giving up a piece of oneself would certainly have brought some benefit. Andrea who confides his most intimate secrets and happens that those are torn to you how to tear your heart from the chest. Andrea is left naked.

Andrea who realizes he is trapped; to be in the grip of the most poisonous of spiders. And it is bite. And Andrea gets up, takes his glasses and moves away towards the most infimate of the choices.

Here, with a dose of anti-spoiler patience such a description, after seeing the film, perfectly fits the shoes of both. In 2002 and 2012. The decades passed, but things seem not to change!

Still, the difference does that more second that has never occurred in my life. But every now and then, I ask myself, as Andrea asked: "But can you believe in God, that God that allows this?".

That 15 -year -old boy, inside me, suffers again. But he forgiven all the fragility of which he took the faults.

And when I look at that boy so defenseless and alone, I cry. Because I remember the pain, but not only. I cry the emotion, the pride of a story that I finally told, I testified at least a couple of times.

I cry and take some time to grow again, one piece at a time; Ready to recover those pieces I had given up to please someone else.

And why then does God allow this? In the film he tries to answer his grandmother. I think of you, dear homonymous; Dear Andrea ...

I can't answer this! But your story is (been) mine and from today I will take you with me. And when I find the strength of a beautiful prayer 'de core' I will remember you. Always.

I decide to live from after that second less torn to suicide thoughts for you too. And today, think, I am also a teacher. And I am proud of it, albeit mistreated and precarious because of a state that seems to tell me in every way that does not want me, that are not enough. But this? This applies all mine Two coins (from the Gospel of Sunday 10 November 2024), all the suffering, the tears ... all! And I will fight! I will do it for you too.

I would like, without too many circumstances or laps of words, that Teresa Manes could read this thought. I would like to embrace it strong and share all the magone I carry inside. I would like to tell her that today's tears have changed me!

In Claudia and Samuele (actors of the film) I get my embrace and all the possible affection for the unspeakable beauty they have given life, bringing an incredibly strong testimony alive.

Thanks Teresa, thanks Andrea.

Yours, homonymous!