Two people who played a significant role in my life were murdered.
I get really disheartened when I read the news like below. I think: this world is fucked up. Some stuff is just dark. There is no God after all.
A few years ago I found out about the murder of my English teacher, Peter Farquhar. English was a foreign language for me but at my boarding school, I chose it as of my A-levels and loved every moment.
My English teacher, Mr. Farquhar, was a tiny man, in his weight and height, with a huge presence. He could be angry, when he was in a bad mood, his…