I grew up in a little village in northern italy. I was half dutch and wore glasses. where being different was not cool. one way to keep up with the pressure was to play along and bully others that were more outsiders than me. it was only occasional, but I remember the awkward feeling of being the one who bullied the easy targets in order not to be targeted myself - in order to feel that I was no outsider. nothing ever degenerated, luckily I was surrounded by enough love and guidance. but I remember. so now I can teach my sons and my sister's kids.