Iceland

When I was twelve I had to go to a wedding with my family, forcefully dressed up in a silky purple kimono. I hated every minute of the joyful day because of that shiny feminine garment. As soon as we came home I threw off the kimono, put on a pair of Adidas shorts with a matching Adidas T-shirt and ran outside to play soccer thinking: Free at last, free at last!

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