As a 10-year-old, along with my siblings, I dreamt of scraping off the poison from fly-killer paper into his coffee, grounded down glass and sprinkling it over his breakfast, loosening the carpet on the stairs so he would trip and break his neck.
Kao desetogodišnjak, s braćom i sestrama, maštao sam kako ću mu ubaciti otrov za muhe u kavu, samljeti ga čašom i posuti mu ga po doručku. Kako ću olabaviti tepih na stepenicama  da se spotakne i slomi vrat.