My name is Benedikt Heyn. I was born in Prague in 1990. My identical twin brother Adam saw the light of the world four minutes after me.
Our dad died when we were four years old. He died of a vicious type of cancer.
I have only one memory left of my father; him putting a small model of a bright orange car into the palm of my hand – in a hospital he was dying in.
After dad died, mom shut herself off from the rest of the world and kept living just for the two of us.
My brother and I loved each other very much, but we still kept telling each other: “You are weird.” Well…it is weird when you have a brother who looks exactly like you.
My brother was always one step ahead of me no matter what. His mind was always the more adult one, the more rational. He was calmer than I was and much more sensitive; you could even say he was overly sensitive. It was me though, who according to our unwritten rule was the leader of our inner world.
Since we were little, we didn’t have many friends. We weren’t very popular among our peers and we were often laughed at. They taunted us because we looked the same. Truly, only few people could tell us apart. We were never angry with our classmates for being cruel to us just because we were identical twins. But their taunts bothered us. And so it happened that every day we chose to run away from this not-so-friendly reality to our own little world, full of dreams and wishes.
Both of us were the same dreamers. We dreamt about a vast gorgeous world, filled with success and money. To just settle with the way our reality was or even get used to our poor life filled with taunts, sneers and stupid comments, was unthinkable.
The life of identical twins is really not easy in a lot of ways.
There always was a deep emotional connection between us. We would never admit it to ourselves, but we existed mostly for each other.
You Are Weird Description:
This story, which is based on real events, will take you on a journey through the paths of life of two identical twins, Ben and Adam, who are soon headed to the very imaginary top of wealth and success.
Where do the boundaries of moral purity begin and where do they end? What can still be said aloud and about what should we rather keep quiet, so that our society isn’t offended?
