Page 24 - ILIAS ATHANASIADIS AKA RO1

to work as a sailor, you have to be tough and you have to not think
of the people on the land , you belong to the sea .

For many years in my hometown the old people still have to say I
was the youngest home owner as I build a house and I stayed for

some months I hated it was against my will.

Because of my age they took my money and did what they did with

it without asking me and I was furious about it.

One of my dark dreams is about to come reality, it was summer days
an di was sitting outside the bar with some friends and we re having

our first whiskey . It was 2 am and as we drank I saw my mother

running on the street and behind her my father m he was holding
something in his hand I believe it was a knife, she was screaming for

help .

I have no idea if it was the whiskey or the fact I was feeling above

my age but some power lift me from the chair and I run after my

father, I grap him and put him down and I beat him to death ,

I was beating him without mercy I promise this to myself when I

was a baby that one day I will kill him the time was now. My mother

was shouting I was kicking him to death and the pleasure I was
taking it was massive.

A voice stop me and it was the neighbor saying “stop it you are
going to end up in prison for life and he does not worth it please

stop”

I stopped I look at him and I felt nothing he was not my father he

was a scam of the earth beating his wife everyday because he can.