Margherita Giacona

In February 1987 in the hospital of Santa Maria Della Scala in Siena, Tuscany, Margherita Giacona was born. Her mother Federica arrived with her husband Giancarlo at the hospital, just minutes before the birth, in a state of emergency as her amniotic sac had suddenly broken while at home in the city of Cortona. Speeding the whole way, it took them nearly a half an hour to get to the hospital.

Margherita weighed three kilos at birth and her condition was listed as fair, although there were signs of jaundice. As a result, the doctors decided to keep her for a few days in the hospital.

Federica cried day and night because she was afraid that her daughter would not live. Although only twenty-four, she had already experienced two miscarriages half-way through pregnancy.

The name Margherita was chosen by Giancarlo as that was the name of his mother who had died the year before. He loved the name Margherita, which means "daisy," a flower whose natural colors are yellow, white and green. It was the city of Cortona's trademark; the city he was born in and where he and his family lived.

Three days later Margherita, a plump and beautiful baby, was released from the hospital.

When Margherita turned five, her parents decided to leave Italy and move to Germany, settling in Berlin. Giancarlo opened a small Italian café, while Federica stayed at home caring for Margherita and keeping the house. Margherita began chatting in German and eventually refused to speak Italian even to her parents as she completely adopted the culture of her new place of residency.

At the age of seven, she was admitted into first grade at a Catholic school located near the main Post Office. She was taught religious studies which included the Bible and all the prophets. Although at home her family celebrated Christian holidays, and young Margherita very much enjoyed Christmas, she was not very enthusiastic about her religious studies.

Her only friend was a girl named Louisa Stankowski, the daughter of Polish immigrants who lived in a small apartment above her. Louisa would spend more time in Margherita's room than in her own home. She loved the sound of the Italian language and would listen to it without even understanding. She also loved to listen to the Italian radio station that played in the living room. Margherita and Louisa spoke only German to each other since they had no other language in common.

Margherita loved the feel of Louisa's hand combing her long, smooth hair. At a very young age Margherita had already begun to emphasize her 'femininity,' and one evening she heard her mother tell her father," The child is becoming an adolescent prematurely."

When Margherita was eight years old, her class went on a school trip. On the bus, the boys sat in the rear, while the girls sat in the front. This was not done for modesty reasons, but rather to allow the girls to gossip amongst themselves and the boys to make ​​jokes at the expense of girls. Some of the boys would send notes to the girls employing a slingshot. The atmosphere was very merry.

Margherita noticed that one of the boys whom she liked was sitting silently in the last row of the bus. Every so often she would turn around and smile to him, and he returned a bashful smile.

When they arrived at their destination in the Black Forest, they pitched their tents while the teachers lit a fire and began preparing the food. Margherita and Louisa strolled off into the forest. The two talked in whispers so as not to be heard.

Margherita asked Louisa "Is there any boy amongst the boys that you like?"

Louise blushed, looked down and replied in a whisper, "Sure there is."

"May I ask who it is?" she asked.

"Marcus," she answered.

Marcus was the same boy with whom Margherita had exchanged smiles. When Louisa asked Margherita the same question, she lied and said that she had nobody in particular.

Early the next morning, the class paired up into small groups for a hike to a large lake in the dense forest.

From the corner of her eye, Margherita observed which group that Marcus was in, and quickly rushed to join that group, leaving her friend Louisa far behind.

When the group arrived in the vicinity of the lake, Margherita was already beside Marcus; they were holding hands and walking very close to each other.

As evening fell and they came to the place where they were going to spend the night, everyone dropped their backpacks and began preparing to go to sleep. Margherita grabbed Marcus's hand and pulled him behind the tall bushes that grew between the thick tree trunks, thus creating a thick wall for them to hide behind. Luckily none of the other students saw them disappear.

Marcus seemed satisfied that they were safe, even though his face was red, either from the long walk or perhaps from shyness. Margherita took over, clutched his face with her hands and put her lips to his. Marcus closed his eyes and let her do as she wished. She squeezed her lips to his until he pushed her away while holding his mouth because he was bleeding from his lower lip. "Excuse me, I did not know," she whispered in amazement, "I'm sorry, I have no experience," she apologized.

As Marcus began walking back toward the group, an embarrassed Margherita ran after him and said, "Please Mark please, do not tell anyone, especially not Louisa."

"Who is Louisa? What have I got to do with Louisa?" Marcus asked.

"Louisa is my best friend, and she is in love with you" Margherita quickly answered, as they reached the clearing where everyone began to prepare the night.

Marcus blushed again, turned toward Margherita and said, "I do not care for Louisa, nor do I care for you."

Her first "sexual" experience at age eight left Margherita feeling humiliated and rejected. "I hate men," she thought to herself.

After Louisa heard from Marcus what had happened on the school trip, she ended her friendship with Margherita.

When Margherita was ten years old her parents began making preparations for her prima comunione, first communion, a religious ceremony held in the church, which marks official admission into the Christian religion. Margherita heard the priest bless the bread and wine which symbolize the "body and blood of Christ" and place it on her tongue. As she was sipping the wine, she heard the priest saying, "This is the blood of Christ our Redeemer." She could not understand anything else that was said, but she thought to herself, What is this nonsense all about? Rituals and ceremonies were suitable for ages gone by, perhaps for the Middle Ages. She dared not say anything to her parents who were standing there, delighted to see their daughter in a white dress standing in line to receive a blessing from the priest.

Every time Margherita bathed, she would notice her breasts growing, her nipples becoming sensitive to touch and pubic hair growth. She suddenly was embarrassed to let her mother into the bathroom while she was bathing and she began dressing in her room with the door locked.

Meantime, Margherita befriended Massimiliano, or Maximilian in German, the son of Italian immigrants, who was born in Germany. Other than having an Italian name, he had no connection to Italy. He hardly understood or spoke Italian and he refused to respond to his parents when they asked him something in Italian.