Jozef K. (1965- 2012)
My son was in his eighth year of school. Once he stood up to his dad and said 'You're not going to abuse mum or grandma again'. The father was in the middle of doing something and was holding an axe, so the son picked up a pitchfork and said 'Come on then, this pitchfork is longer. Let's get it over with, I won't go down if it's in self defence.'
He's been gone for three hours already. I look out the window and every time a car appears on the horizon I hope it's him. Every day he says he has to go to the shop to buy something like a screw, a washer or a nail. He's just looking for an excuse to get out of the house and go for a drink with someone, saying he'll be back in half an hour.
When he came back from prison he never even said sorry. He doesn't talk to me anymore and he stopped coming over since he finished that bloody house. In court they asked if I forgive him. I said alright, but who will pay for all our grief?
I saw many of them very, very drunk every day when I was growing up. In fact it was normal to see drunk people all the time. It was only when I got older that I realised this was a problem.
