Okay.

I can begin with the second day in my primary school. How long can it wait? It has already waited too long. The second day was my real entry into the school, because Kantar Master had been thrown out and everybody was joyous. Almost all the children were dancing. I could not believe it, but they told me, “You did not know Kantar Master. If he dies we will distribute sweets for the whole town, and burn thousands of candles in our houses.”

I was received as if I had done a great deed. In fact I felt a little sorry for Kantar Master. He may have been very violent, but after all he was human too, and with all the weaknesses a human being is prone to. It was not at all his fault that he had only one eye and an ugly face. And I would even like to say something which I have never said before because I never thought anybody would believe it…but I am not seeking believers, believe it or not.

Even his cruelty was not his fault. I emphasize his fault: it was natural to him. Just as he had only one eye, he had anger, and very violent anger. He could not tolerate anything that went against him in any way. Even the silence of the children was enough to provoke him.

He would look around and say, “Why so much silence? What is going on? There must be a reason for you to be so silent. I will teach you all a lesson, so that you will never do this thing again to me.”

The children were all amazed. They had just been keeping quiet so as not to disturb him. But what could he do? Even that disturbed him. He needed medical treatment, not only physical, but psychological too. He was, in every way, sick. I felt sorry for him because I was, apparently at least, the cause of his removal.

But everybody was enjoying the occasion, even the teachers. I could not believe it when the headmaster also said to me, “Thank you, my boy. You have started your school life by doing something beautiful. That man was a pain in the neck.”

I looked at him and said, “Perhaps I should remove the neck too.”

Immediately he became serious, and said, “Go and do your work.”

I said, “Look, you are happy, rejoicing, because one of your colleagues has been thrown out; and you call yourself a colleague? What kind of friendship is this? You never told him to his face how you felt. You could not have done it, he would have crushed you.”

The headmaster was a small man, not more than five feet tall, or perhaps even less. And that seven foot giant, weighing four hundred pounds, could easily have crushed him, without any weapon, just with his fingers. “In front of him why did you always behave like a husband before his wife?” Yes, these were the exact words.