If I could say a word, I had already shouted everything I wanted to say. I knew he was a kind man, for he didn't seriously hurt me and he wasn't irritated though my body wanted to kick and punch him. He was kind, that even though I didn't reply to his words and questions, he still didn't go anywhere. But I also knew he wasn't as patient as paper. I didn't know what he could do to me if he was out of patience.After a while, my feet brought me towards the man, and I continued kicking and punching ...