Kuto’s life was filled with disdain. He was always the last one picked for teams, always the butt of jokes. He had no friends, no one to confide in. The only thing he had was his green bucket hat.
Kuto hated his life. He hated how everyone laughed at him, how they called him names behind his back. But worst of all, he hated himself. He was a pathetic coward who couldn’t even stand up for himself.
One day, Kuto snapped. He’d had enough of being the laughing stock, the outcast. So he decided to do something about it by running away to Albania – a country where no one knew him and where he could start fresh.
But even in Albania, Kuto couldn’t escape his past. Everywhere he went, people pointed and laughed at him because of his green bucket hat – a reminder of everything he once hated about himself but now embraced as part of who he was