In 2012, when I was 21, I got a summer job in Mallorca. I’d been working there for a couple of months when Jonathan, a Cuban of my age who had emigrated to Sweden as a teenager, joined the group. From the day he arrived, there was tension between us. Jonathan was an alpha-male type, a bit arrogant, assertive, and so was I – so we were competing to occupy the same social space. Our rivalry was heightened by the fact that my Italian girlfriend at the time was his supervisor, and they couldn’t stand each other. One evening, while a group of us (boys-only) were hanging out in the residence where we all stayed, he insulted her in front of everyone by calling her a “bitch”.
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