‘Sit down, Mr. Simpson’, said coldly, ‘I want to talk to you about an e-mail you sent’. I didn’t need more signs to realized what had happened. Mrs. Simpson continued looking at the screen and Mr. Simpson stared me and the angry in his eyes was evident. The only thing I could think was how it was possible that I committed that mistake. I was sure that I had selected Simmonds and it was impossible that from the hundreds of mails I send him I had typed wrong his name precisely in this.

Mr. Simpson asked his wife to read the e-mail and she didn’t doubt to emphasize in words like ‘witch’ and ‘warpath’ before she began to cry. Her tears were like a spark that made burst a huge bomb inside Mr. Simpson. His face was red and his breathing was lout and he continued looking at me with his now bloodshot eyes. However, something suddenly happened inside him. His breathing was soft and his face was calm, but his eyes continued showing strong and steady. ‘Please, Mr. Johnson’, he said in a steady and calm tone, ‘now that you are in front of us, tell us what you have written in that e-mail about my wife’. I was terrified, my lips were dry and all my body was frozen and when I was trying to stammer something, his strong voice interrupted me curtly. ‘you know Mr. Johnson, maybe it would be better that you told me what you have told about my wife looking at my eyes’, but once I put my eyes on his ones, I were not even able to keep the look ahead. Instead I bound my head forward. ‘Mr. Johnson’, he said, ‘I thought about shouting you how idiot you are because of writing that things about my wife, but now I realize that you are not even a half of a man, you are less as a coward, you are a pusillanimous and that’s why you don’t even deserve my shootings, because that would put you at my level and you never, never can be so big’.