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My name is Eddie, I am a boy, and on Christmas morning, I walked into the police station. A few hours ago, just as the Christmas bells were ringing, I met Red, a plumber. After a pleasant conversation, we went home together to celebrate the holiday. However, an accident happened and I was attacked by him. The police, friends, and relatives all asked me to review the cause, process, and details of the incident over and over again. As a victim, I have lost the right to remain silent. Suddenly, it seemed like everyone had Red's face, which scared me to the core. No one could understand the pain in my heart, and no one was aware of my confusion and fear. The hurt is like a movie that never ends, and I become the only audience. Perhaps only escape can change the painful life...

When I saw the photos of my mother when she was young for the first time, I realized: she too had been free and had dreams. She wanted to be a chef, but interrupted her studies because she became pregnant, then got married, had a child, divorced and remarried. The mother in my memory was always around pots and pans, and I didn't want my classmates and teachers to know that this person was my mother. I hope to change my mother to a mother who is more smiling and sunny. I ran away from her and my original family and ran to Paris to study. Silence grew between us, and the gap grew wider. As she entered middle age, she finally divorced my father and wanted to live for herself again. I recalled every bit of my childhood. She was ordinary, but she persevered, supported a poor family, and loved me as much as she could.

My name is Eddie and I am a boy. I am afraid of going to school and hate staying at home. I don't have any happy memories of my childhood. That doesn't mean I've never experienced happiness or pleasure; it's just that it's generally painful - the pain eclipses everything else. You may not believe it, but I often face more pain than others, or it is a collection of other people's pain. Being isolated and beaten at school, oh, it's nothing. Being regarded as "crazy" by parents is actually not bad. If violence, poverty, and ignorance are the criteria for testing a "man", then I would rather be a "fool." As a "misfit" person, perhaps only by escaping from here can I truly live...

From Eddie in the small town to Edward in Paris, only I know the hardships; studying hard is to leave the hometown, to make a clean break with the past, and to weave a new life; Nobel Prize winner Anne Ernault commented that her works are "full of power and full of vitality". "Full of shocking truth"; the France he wrote subverts our understanding. France is no longer synonymous with romance, it is full of poverty, violence, and prejudice... Two boys walked in the corridor, one was a big man with red hair, and the other was a small man with a stooped back. The big red-haired man opened his mouth and spat, take a bite of me. Phlegm slowly flowed down my face... My name is Eddie Belle Geller. The name Eddie was inspired by my dad watching American TV series. He wanted me to be masculine. In the northern French countryside where I live, men can drop out of school and become unemployed, but they must be ruthless. Around me, poverty spreads through generations, early marriage, early childbearing, alcoholism and domestic violence spread like the plague. I am an alien and a prisoner, and my family, village and school have woven a web of despair. I don't want to repeat the life of my parents, nor do I want to be a cruel person. I wanted to run away and say goodbye to everything related to Eddie Belle Galle.