Our story begins in 2013. I was in grade 8, a young German bean with dreams and ambitions, attending just another school in the beautiful South Africa.
As it happened, we got an additional D class added to our grade in 2013, consisting of South African students able to afford education.
This is when I met Jessy.
She approached me on a class trip to Golden Gate National Park, barefooted, with long and very light blonde hair, with a question in broken German.
"Do you want to play foot tag?"
Which was the start of my greatest friendship.
Even though the trip was over after just 5 days, our game of "tag" continued for another two years to come.
During the end of our 8th school year, I sat together with Jessy on a bench during recess. We had gotten along pretty well so far. Much better than I had ever gotten along with anyone in that school, in fact, since I had suffered from being the victim of severe bullying from grade 5 till 7.
But Jessy had missed that part of my life. She had