When I was a child I read fairy tales where good fights evil, and I believed that, just as in  fairy tales where good princess wins the prince, castle and the sympathy of the people, just as in life - good people will be rewarded.  Bad people shared the same or similar fate as villains from fairy tales - loneliness, ugliness or eternal suffering. So when my teenage neighbour maliciously stubbed out his cigarette on my knee, I was so embittered by his vice, that I wished him all the worst. Of course, I was hoping that he will experience terrible  tragedy similar to mine, you know,  he will smash his bike, his favourite teddy will lose an eye (I...