Melantrys’ Page

If your job puts you into regular contact with your fellow citizens and you keep seeing the same faces, day in, day out, and if you’re even stuck long enough in the job to see children become young adults, you are tempted into the illusion that you actually know these people, at least a little bit.
Oh, boy, will you be wrong about that!

And I refuse for once to tread the “well, no-one really seemed to much care for the boy when he was a kid” path.

I put down the cracking some of the store’s windows by throwing stones at them together with a friend some years ago as the folly of youth.
He seemed contrite and polite enough afterwards.

Today my blood was boiling when he came into the store with a young man wearing a “White Pride” patch on his jacket. I didn’t say anything then, but I promised myself I’d tell him what I thought of the company he’s keeping these days next time I see him about.

Now…… my thoughts keep running in circles. So he’s hanging with nazis. Is that his worst sin? As I learned later today it is not, not by far.

There was a death in this village last year; a man beaten by his drinking “buddies”, then left alone to die. They weren’t convicted as it was unclear if the beating truly caused the death, or if some prior illness did.
One of the drinking buddies is the boy’s father.
And the boy brags about his father killing the man.

Maybe his way to deal with a horrible reality, I don’t know. And frankly I don’t care.
What kind of person goes and brags of his father killing someone to the friends of a child of that killed man?

I needed a vent; I hope you’ll bear with me….
This small village feels very unlike home tonight….

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