Is unbelievable, but still true. She, the blonde American girl. Me, the perfect stereotype of dark hair Latin girl. She and Me, enrolled in a fourious fight against each other for a T-shirt.
I am sure I was the one that grab the T-shirt when the perfomer in the dance throw it to the public, but apparently she thought it was her right to have it and snatched from my hands. Or, maybe, she was the one that grabbed it in the first place. In any event, we both wanted it and we got into a tussle for it.
Without leaving her to take the precious treasure, I pulled and pulled. She pulled also, shouting at me some words in english that, mixed with the loud music, I almost couldn´t hear. In a fraction of seconds, I found myself yelling at her spanish words, refering to her “out of shape” condition or the fact that she was blonde.
And in that moment I realized why we, humans, have wars against each other. I realized why we judge so quickly our neighbours. I realized I was fighting and saying bad things just for a T-shirt.
So I quit. She gave me a victorious smile and ran over to her friends, proud of her conquest. I stay for a moment lost in my thoughts, feeling shame. Shame of realizing that maybe I am not that different from those who fight among each other for a piece of land, from those who assesinate for the hunger of power, from those who torture, from those who hate, from those who I thought were worst than me.
