The man, with a trembling voice, told them that the van belonged to a man who had caused him the greatest harm in his life.
For years, he had raised his son alone, a quiet and hardworking child. The boy worked as a driver for a small transport company and often used that van. One evening, a few months ago, he had left for a short trip and had not returned.
The police had found him two days later, in an isolated area, lifeless. The investigation revealed that a work colleague, the owner of the van, was involved. The old man now on the curb had lived each day since then with the image of his son and the helplessness that the guilty party had escaped with only a light sentence due to a lack of direct evidence.
When that morning had caught him passing through the neighborhood and he saw the van parked, the man felt his blood boil. He no longer thought rationally. He climbed onto the roof and began to strike, with each piece of bent metal feeling like he was releasing the accumulated anger and pain.
The people around, listening to the story, no longer knew whether to condemn him or to agree with him.
The police, although obliged to take him to the station, did so without handcuffs. They knew they were not dealing with a dangerous criminal, but with a father torn by grief.
On the way, the man looked out the window, murmuring to himself:
— If I cannot have justice in front of the law, at least let them know that I have not forgotten…
In the neighborhood, the news spread quickly. Some called him crazy, others a hero. But everyone was left with the image of that lonely man on the roof of the van, striking not only the metal but also the injustice that tormented him.
And on the asphalt, among shards and pieces of paint, there remained a deep mark — not just of the blows, but of a pain that no one could repair.
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