The Apartment

-I lived many years in this small apartment. I had my job. I did not need anything more. One man alone. My bathroom looked at the back. All bathrooms in the building were in the back. Opposite my window was the window of the next apartment. And from there I was listening to all ....

- We have lived in this apartment for seventeen years. So till Constantine go at the second class of high school. Up to 15 of Constantine was a quiet child. Yelling to him and benting  his head down.  Cursing him and bent his head down . Hitting him and bent his head down. I do not remember much but do not ask me more. What? Yes it was a good student. He liked studying, football did not like. Football liked to Thanasis ...

-This Apartment belonged to my parents. There I walked, the first time there began to kick the ball. There, hidden from my parents had my first drink. With a glass of wine  I was the best football player in the world. I did not make it, would manage Constantine. And if he did not like football? There is no excuses.As I obeyed  my father he would obey to me ...

- Thanasis drank. At the beginning not so much but passing the years almost every day. Difficult childhood, I will not judge him . Somewhere, somewhere he slapped me, but was my fault. My job was to cook, clean and have red wine. I did not get red wine. The Constantine slapped regylarly. But if you don't hit him how he could be  a good child? I do not remember when he was hitted for the first time ....

-No I was drunk. I drank it with a drive up. I was important person with wine's help. Constantine did not understand that with a little more effort could be put into an academy. When the coach told me that he wasn't good, I disappointed. With two slaps he could improve hiself. It was four or five then. If I regret it? Yes, but everything happened for an upper reason..

- And suddenly, from one day to another Constantine changed. He avoided training and Thanasis had learned it he returned from the school to the house quiet, with the bag on his shoulder. Thanassis awaited him at the door and  shouting began and pushed him. I do not want to become what you want, cried and got up and left ... the child left home ...

-Lots of fights. Lot of violence and hitting. One day I was listening to music and suddenly I heard Constantine growling. I stopped the music. I heard the boy bellowed. He had caught the child by the throat. I closed my eyes. I closed my ears. It was choking him. I was not a witness. I wanted to leave me alone. I do not fall if the kill ratio. What happened that day? For the first time I heard the voice of the child. I did not understand what he said. Closed eyes and ears. Movement usual. And then .... and then silence. What now you ask? I did not want trouble. I did not care for theneighboors, I did not want to learn for the neighbors. I am just a man. I could not do anything. At least the child grew up and left alone ... left with a syringe nailed in his hand...

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