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WE DON’T NEED NO EDUCATION

S.Caterina Institute, Locarno, Switzerland

Last floor, first window on the right. My room was overlooking the romanesque courtyard, the pride of Miss Rosetta who wouldn’t let anyone play in it.

We were the golden children. Angelic girls and virtuous young adults preparing their entrance to assholes society.

We were the elite.

When I was just a little girl, I asked my mother: How fucked-up will I be?

Back in my young Italian days, parents used to tell their children that they would send them in a Swiss boarding school if they’d catch them misbehaving. It was fictitious blackmail, of course. Only my parents took it seriously.

What we really were, is fucked-up angels with fucked-up families. Some thought that money could solve it all.

We appeared to have a lack of patriotism due to a rigorous “neutral” education. It’s hard to be hanging in the balance. It’s only natural to pick a side, I guess. Right or Left? Bob Dylan or Tom Waits? We were evil to each other because we couldn’t be evil with the enemy. But that’s not true. We were just spoiled bored girls with handicapped childhoods.

On one side, there were full Moons, pastel organza and blue powder boxes. Rosewater and pressed flowers.

On the other, alcohol and drugs. Treachery, scandal and long-distance phone calls.

We were dressed in white ethereal dresses to attend our morning prayers, always keeping an eye on the left. We would then, during our two hours of free afternoon outings, show off the wild black cats hidden behind the holy dresses.

The privilege of being fucked-up was simply lustful.

My gateway is nowadays a myth. The Inglourious mischievousness of Lorna May ranks high in the infamous history of St.Catherine Institute. I can’t honestly say that it was easy. I had to pass through the old convent at night time to be able to scratch the surface of freedom.

It’s almost immoral to complain about the psychological trauma of the privileged child. The only thing I knew back then, is that I always loved cities crossed by rivers.

Au revoir les enfants terribles! I left behind my Latin dictionary.

In omnia paratus.