I was on a train with a man and his son. He was the brother of a famous Olympic champion and an army athlete. Unpleasant but quite adequate. But here the son... I had the impression that he was just insane. Dad came out, he asked me for something, and in a command tone. I became funny listening to the demands of a ten-year P&D. Then he approached and struck me on the cheek, saying, “When I say it, it must be done.” I took him and pushed him in the face. He normally pushed, so he flew on his shelf and knocked his head at the wall. Until the end of the trip, I looked at me with the sight of oh@e­ enot.

I do not regret.