A Hero Walks Alone

By George Cassar

Heroes are not made; theyre born with the gift of having special powers that many of us only dream about. Wrongly judged not only by authorities but also by his own father, Fabian Barnas life dramatically changes after being wrongly convicted and jailed for a crime he didnt commit before becoming a hero in the Vietnam War.

A Hero Walks Alone tells of the hardships the Barna family are forced to endure after being persecuted by the Aconi family, which began as soon as they planted their feet on American soil and continued through to the adulthood.

This story takes you through a journey of how (against all odds) the Barna family survived years of torment and Mafia-related incidents, before becoming outstanding citizens.

It tells of the transformation of Fabian Barna from once being a mixed-up street kid to becoming a true American hero and how he discovers love and romance in spite of the brutality he witnesses during his growing years.

It also reminds us of the ever-growing supply of cocaine and assorted drugs being introduced into our streets and how Special Agent Peter Barna (Fabians brother) plays his part by introducing new technology to Central Intelligence, routing plans of criminals aspiring to become the next Al Capone.

Finally, A Hero Walks Alone tells of the many twists and turns played out by two brothers as Fabian and Peter Barna combine to avenge the death of their murdered parents as they pursue, capture, and eliminate their long time archenemy, Tosawi Aconi, in what can only be described as the most bizarre ending of a persons life.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: May 20, 2015
• ISBN: 9781503505230

George Cassar

George Cassar spent most of his life growing up in Surry Hills, Sydney, Australia, after his family migrated from Malta in 1952. Although his interest for writing came late in life, his first project was to write a memoir relating to the lives and times of his family (not for publication) before moving on to writing novels. One of nine siblings born into the Cassar family and having witnessed the difficulties of growing up surrounded by poverty, his attempt in mixing a blend of reality and adding his own touch of fiction, “A Hero Walks Alone” is a book that can relate to each and every one of us. Discovering that he could escape into the fantasy of his own writings and leave behind the many tragic events associated in today’s world, George writes about what he truly feels, which is depicted in this novel. Having spent his early years as a graphic artist, his direction soon changed as he pondered if he had the mental capacity required to successfully put pen to paper and create a story that would satisfy the most ardent reader. What George offers up in this book has much to do with what he lived through in the late fifties and sixties, eras which were very much related with Mafia-related events. Combining powerful action, drama, and crime, thrilling twists and turns, and adding a touch of humour and spellbinding characters that will leave you wanting more, not only does his writings offer up a good read, this book reminds us of times that must never again be reinvented. This novel is set in New York, and the characters and dialogue are products of George’s imagination and do not portray actual persons or events. Any resemblance to the living or people who have passed is entirely coincidental.

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Chapter

One

S hortly before receiving a call that threatened his existence and before he was delivered to a hospital, this male person lying in a hospital bed suddenly shows signs of waking after being in a comatose state.

Unaware of his cold and clammy skin, livid lips and trapped in his thoughts, the fact that he hadn’t opened his eyes for five weeks and his inability to communicate, little did he know that his family had waited all this time for him to open his eyes. That was until now.

Finally beginning to wake after,

‘Hello sir, I’m Shirley, Nurse Shirley.’

Totally confused, the patient is shaken by the sight of seeing not only Nurse Shirley’s eyes peering down on him, but that of a number of other people who are also all dressed in white who have since entered the room. Thinking that this is all a bad dream and not reality, he begins to believe that he had died and was about to cross over to heaven.

Just like changing gears in a car and shifting from neutral to another gear to speed up, the first sign of memory of his past returns as he recalls that one minute he was running into a house and the next, he wakes to find himself surrounded by a number of people trying to get his attention.

As images of these people become gradually clearer to him, he identifies that he has some sort of brace around his neck restricting his movement as Nurse Shirley continues in her attempt to make her presence felt.

The feeling of having always been in the company of high-profile people in the past becomes significant to him, but as another person dressed in white joins in and introduces himself as a doctor, he becomes more confused in being asked, ‘Do you know your name sir?’

Facing the fact that the unknown is ahead of him yet also behind him, the patient lifts himself up off the flatness of the bed and answers the doctor’s question by demanding to know who he is and why he is here, but before the patient could blink, nurse Shirley replies by saying, ‘I’m sorry sir, but your name is not known to us at this time.’

Believing that the patient could very easily go into shock, the doctor makes his way to him before saying, ‘My name is Dr Pringle and what I can tell you sir is that you need to settle down as you have come through unbelievable odds that were very much stacked against your survival.

Who are you again? the patient asks.

Now that I have your attention sir, my name is Dr Pringle and this young lady to the right of me is Nurse Shirley and it’s imperative that you do exactly as I ask.

For some unknown reason, the patient begins studying the four walls surrounding him, but his fear of the events taking place gets larger as he discovers that he is covered in bandages from head to torso before screaming, ‘What’s happened to me nurse.’

‘You’re ok sir, but you need to settle down before Dr Pringle can explain everything and please call me Shirley.’

As the patients anger finally begins to settle, relief brings with it a measure of relaxation and coherency and in his eagerness to discover what circumstances delivered him to this hospital he asks, ‘In that case Shirley, can you please just tell me where I am?’

‘Sorry sir,’ Shirley replies before adding, ‘I’m not at liberty to answer your question, but Doctor Pringle is present to answer any question you wish to ask.’

‘Who’s Dr Pringle?’ he snaps.

‘Dr Pringle is your doctor and has been since your arrival here sir and is a very fine doctor,’ Shirley answers.

Having completely lost his memory, the patient remains calm before asking, ‘Can you at least tell me what year this is?’

Wasting no time Nurse Shirley tells him that the year is 1963, but before another word could come from her mouth, it all became too much for him as he reluctantly returns to the serenity of sleep.

Awaking 30 minutes later in a lather of sweat screaming no, no, no, he is aroused by Doctor Pringle who advises him that he is having a nightmare.

Disorientated, he shouts, ‘What is this place Doc?’

Don’t you remember sir that we spoke only thirty minutes ago and you were told that you’re in a hospital?

All I remember doc is that I wasn’t called by my name and was continually being addressed to as ‘sir’ and wondering where and who I am?

‘Do you now have any idea of who you might be sir?’ Dr Pringle asks.

No doc I don’t and was hoping that you do.

To answer your first question sir, you’re being addressed to as sir as we have no idea of your identity and to answer your second question, this is a special hospital that attends to people associated with burns and amnesia cases such as yours.

Holding back the fact that he was aware of the patient’s name, Dr Pringle believed that it was more ideal for amnesia patients to rediscover who they are on their own terms and decided to give this patient every opportunity to do so.

Not wanting to stretch the boundaries, Dr Pringle asks him if anything at all comes to mind and soon discovers that his patient has a sense of humour as he replies, ‘I’m familiar what a mummy looks like doc, but this is taking it all to another level don’t you think with all these bandages on my face and body?’

Letting out a little chuckle, Dr Pringle advises him that the bandages are temporary and if all goes to plan, they will be removed in a couple of days.

How long have I been here Doc?

You were admitted five weeks ago sir by Paramedics and unfortunately no one else accompanied you and no wallet was found in your pockets to indicate who you are.

‘That’s sounds very strange Doctor Pringle and surely common sense must tell you that I must have family out there concerned about me,’ the patient now remarks as Dr Pringle becomes aware of his alertness.

That’s very true sir, but this is the predicament that we all have to deal with right now and the sooner you begin to remember the little things, the sooner you will return to your natural environment.

Feeling all alone in a world that he has no control over, the patient attempts to sit up, but unable to come to terms with the fact that he has been confined to a bed for the past five weeks he now asks, ‘What really happened to me Doc?’ he asks.

Passing something as little as a glass of water to a patient is something that is accepted with great delight as Dr Pringle does just that before reminding him of the importance that he tries to recall the events that took place on that night five weeks ago.

‘Nothing would please me more Dr Pringle than to tell you that I have some recollection of what went down on that night, but at this point nothing comes to mind and surely you must have some information that you can pass on to me.’

The information I can pass on to you sir is that Paramedics were notified of your address and found you lying face down outside a burning house. After having personally inspected you on your arrival, I found that you had minor burns to your face and was also suffering from amnesia.

The good news is that you will adjust and I assure you that no scars will appear after an operation is completed.

Unable to accept a word of what the doctor just explained, the patient becomes frustrated before asking, ‘Are you serious doc and for you to tell me that I will adjust, only suggests that there is more than the amnesia that I have to deal with.’ ‘Adjust, adjust you say, I don’t even know who I am.’

Fearing that his discussion isn’t going to plan, Dr Pringle reminds him to remain calm before saying,

‘Let me explain sir and when I referred that you will adjust, I wasn’t only talking about your physical condition, I was also talking about the loss of your memory which was most likely caused by a bullet wound to your head sir.’

Are you now telling me that I was shot in the head as well doc?

Unfortunately sir that’s exactly what happened and when the ambulance arrived here not only had you been rescued from a fire, we soon discovered that you had also been shot on the side of your temple, resulting in your condition rapidly deteriorating.

Totally confused thinking that this story just keeps getting more unbelievable, the patient lunges forward towards Dr Pringle and demands that he be told the whole truth in plain English.

Ok sir, it appears that you are now capable of handling the truth so I’ll endeavour to answer your question. I don’t want to alarm you sir, but it just so happens that your heart actually stopped beating for nearly two minutes when you were admitted. I can also tell you that the result may have been completely different if it wasn’t for the doctors who were responsible for resuscitating you.

Jesus doc, are you’re now telling me that I actually died before being revived?

Yes sir I am and luckily for you, during the time that doctors were trying to bring you back to life, your brain couldn’t function because your heart had stopped beating. I say luckily because in your favour, conscious awareness appeared to have continued for up to three minutes which made it possible for us to revive you.

The patient sat motionless and tongue-tied in disbelief of being told that he was that close to death, but now having a better understanding of what happened to him, he apologised for attacking Dr Pringle and promised to be more co-operative.

Dr Pringle then went on to tell him that he was dealing with a condition called Anteria Grey Amnesia, which basically meant short term loss. Assuring him that these episodes usually sort themselves out in a short time with the help of therapy, Dr Pringle then mentioned that what he is facing is very similar to a jig-saw puzzle where all the small pieces will begin to take shape.

Satisfied in knowing that his patient had faced and accepted the circumstances that surrounded his arrival to the hospital, Dr Pringle suggested that he get some rest and would resume their discussion in the morning.

Chapter

Two

I mmigration is the voluntary movement of people from one country to live permanently in another. The year was 1950 and the Second World War had been over now for five years and all over the world, people were pulling up roots in their native land and moving to a new but different country.

The primary reason for families to make such a move had always been due to economic opportunity and the possibility of beginning a new life and perhaps a better upbringing for their children. This was apparent none more-so than for a Hungarian family by the name of Barna.

Mr and Mrs Barna had been contemplating migrating from Hungary for many years, but were forced to halt their plans in view of the commencement of the 2ndWW. For several years after the war, Mr Barna’s decision to postpone the migration of his family was by virtue of considering that his three young children would become more capable of handling a long journey to another country.

In the early 40’s, so many families from Hungary were subjected not only to torture, but in many cases were lined up in groups and placed in a box train (no different to a cattle train) and sent to concentration camps. It was fortunate for Mr Thomas Barna and his family that during that time, a Jewish-Hungarian man who just happened to be a journalist/lawyer, became known for facilitating the escape and departure of Jews out of Nazi-occupied Hungary during the Holocaust.

After the Nazis invaded Hungary in 1944, Mr Barna and his family were very fortunate to have the help of this lawyer organise their escape from Hungary to Switzerland in exchange for money, gold and diamonds. After hiding out for two years, the Barna family returned home to Hungary in 1946 at the completion of the war. Having accepted that his family were one of the lucky ones that had survived the carnage of the war, Mr Barna placed in motion the move of leaving his war-torn country.

Thirty-eight years of age and having married his childhood sweetheart Hanna in 1924, Thomas had worked as a wharf labourer for many years before his country was engulfed in war. Their three children, Christine aged fifteen, son Peter thirteen and youngest son Fabian the youngest at eleven had witnessed the carnage of the war even at their very young ages.

On a special day in 1950, Thomas Barna’s life and that of his family dramatically changed as they boarded a very large vessel in anticipation of sailing to the USA. Standing on the deck with his family by his side, he leaned over the rails and pondered what he was about to leave behind; realising that his memories of the growing years he had spent in this once beautiful country had come to an end.

The numerous sites he had spent together with his own parent’s (who have now all perished during the war) filtered through his mind as he viewed all points of his city as the ship left its Port. It saddened him to say it, but as he turned to his wife Hanna and his three children holding back his tears and emotions, his final words were, ‘I will never return to my place of birth.’

At that time the Barna children were still a little too young to understand the enormity of their parent’s decision to migrate, but after five weeks at sea and having to endure very cramped conditions where men were situated on one side of the ship and the women on the other, most passengers agreed that the smell on board was worse than the swell.

Finally drawing to an end, their vessel approached Ellis Island and a voice from the front of the ship was heard shouting, ‘Look over there, that’s the Statue of Liberty.’ Thomas Barna quickly joined in the celebration by telling his family that they had arrived in the land of the free.

A very smart man, Thomas had pre-planned every detail before leaving his home of Hungary. Fortunately for him, he had relatives who had already made the move to America years earlier and were waiting for their arrival on the docks where they would then be driven to their temporary home.

The city where the Barna’s would begin their new chapter in life was an urban-town called Bridgeport, situated in Connecticut and after arriving at the house, Thomas wasted no time in enquiring to his relatives about the possibility of working on the wharfs as a labourer.

Advised that acquiring a position will not create any problems, especially with the amount of knowledge Thomas has in regards to working on the docks, he fronted up at the wharf a week later and to his delight was told that the wharfs were looking for good workers like him before being offered a position that would begin in a week.

Excited in given the opportunity that would see him maintain his family, Thomas’s next priority was to get his children enrolled into a school and as fortune would have it, successfully arranged for his three children to begin their schooling at Bridgeport High School.

Seeing the joy coming from his children’s faces having accepted their newly found country, it was obvious to him that they were happy to leave their war-torn country behind, but he remained sceptical in believing that some form of scorn will come their way after it is discovered by school students that his children were Jews.

Everything had seemed to be put in place as Thomas showed great foresight in having his whole family well versed in speaking the English language after hiring a tutor in Hungary in 1948.

Addressing his children the night before they prepared for their first day at school, Thomas wasted no time in telling them that he fully understood that it wasn’t going to be easy to adjust to a new way of life, but added that it was up to them to make the best of what they have been blessed with.

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Two years after landing on U.S. soil, the Barna’s had taken to America like a duck taking to water. So much so, that Thomas had saved up enough money for a deposit in purchasing his own house in Bridgeport. His decision to make this city his home was an easy one, even though he had learnt that it had a reputation as one of the most dangerous cities in Connecticut.

His children had reached the ages of 17, 15 and 13 respectively and the timing was perfect to address them in having a serious discussion regarding drugs. Reminding his children of the perils that may arise by getting caught up by many traps like smoking and taking drug related substances, he made it perfectly clear to them that he expected them to resist any such thing happening.

Both Christine and Peter had been exemplary students at school over the past two years and knew exactly what their father was trying to pass on to them. Christine had even mentioned that she had taken an interest in the study of becoming a lawyer one day and Peter had his sights set in becoming a policeman with thoughts of cleaning up the streets of the city he lived in.

It was a very different story when it came to the youngest son Fabian, hell-bent on breaking all the rules. Believing that he was stronger than all the other boys he hung out with, his character was in complete contrast to Peters and often found himself fighting with his older brother in his attempt to show who was the more dominant of the two.

It was a fight between the two boys that happened six months ago that made Fabian realize that he and his brother were totally different in character. Peter would always use his brains to avoid any kind of retaliation whenever he was to be victimized. Fabian on the other hand refused to accept any abuse and elected to use his muscle to prove a point when it came to protecting himself and his family.

It was during this time on school grounds when Fabian witnessed his older brother being harassed by two school bullies. Deciding that he was not going to take a backward step to anyone that initiated any sort of trouble, Fabian hid behind a shed and took exception in seeing one of them abusing Peter before hearing one of them say, ‘What’s your name boy?’

Showing no signs of retaliation Peter answered, ‘My name is Peter, Peter Barna.’

‘Where are you from Barnaay?’ one of the bullies said purposely pronouncing his name incorrectly.

‘I’m from Hungary,’ Fabian heard his brother say without retaliating.

‘Well Barnaay, my name is Tosawi Aconi and this is my brother Guido and the way I see it, you’re a Jew and I have a thing against Hebrews, especially the ones that shit their pants like you’re doing right now.’

Humiliated in seeing his brother being pushed around by two boys that were known to be scumbags of the school, Fabian resisted doing what he did best until he heard the fat brother Guido say in his bad English, ‘What you have in pocket Barnaay?’

Quick in identifying that Tosawi was the muscle of the two brothers, Fabian had taken an immediate dislike to him as he began throwing his fist at the head of Peter while repeating, ‘You heard my brother Jew, what’s in your pocket.’

Looking embarrassed and scared, Peter just stood there taking the abuse levelled at him with his head facing to the ground before answering, ‘I have nothing in my pockets.’

Unable to maintain his patience any longer, Fabian’s temper reached a level of retaliation in assisting his brother who was now bleeding from the mouth.

Calmly walking up to the two bullies and moving close enough where he could now touch them, he placed himself between his brother and the annoying two boys before saying, ‘Have you two Dago’s had your fun with my brother because it’s now my turn.’

‘Who you tink you is,’ the fat one Guido said in a language that would suggest that he had a brain the size of a peanut.

Showing more tolerance than he would normally show up to this point, Fabian had heard enough and seeing the blood emitting from the mouth of Peter, the tone of his voice went up an octave and his face hardened as he looked at Guido and said, ‘The word is think not tink you stupid Dago and I happen to be your worst nightmare you buffoon.’

Before the two bullies knew it, Fabian had placed a kick to Tosawi in the testicle area and at the same time planted a left hook to Guido’s head sending both boys to the ground in agony.

Peter just stood there in awe of his brother’s braveness before becoming somewhat bewildered by Fabian’s next action as he assisted both boys up off the ground and dusted them both off.

Pointing his finger at both of them, he then warned them that there was more of this to come if they continued their harassment on his brother or any of his friends. ‘You fuck with my brother, you fuck with me and by the way, the name is Barna not Barnaay.’

As the Aconi brothers made their escape, Fabian placed his hand inside the pocket of his brother, pulled out a handkerchief and whipped the blood away from his mouth before dusting the dirt away from his clothing.

Peter wasn’t proud of the fact that his younger brother had decided to fight his battles, but under the circumstances that he was faced with appreciated what he had done and thanked him for the courage and support he had shown.

It was to be a day where Peter’s life would change dramatically in his decision to never again accept any crap from Tosawi and Guido Aconi, vowing that he would never again have his brother fight his battles for him.

That same afternoon as they returned home from school, Fabian simply looked at Peter and said, ‘Look Pete, don’t take anymore of this crap.’ ‘If you intend in becoming a cop later on in life, you need to stop answering question from these scumbags and stand up for yourself.’

And by the way Pete, you need to understand that I don’t go around beating up on bullies because I enjoy it, but these two grubs have no respect for anything or anyone and I am far beyond becoming a person that fights just for the fun of it.

Peter understood exactly what his brother meant, but the way in which Fabian always went about throwing his weight around, had him concerned that this could be the beginning of a life that could turn sour unless a complete change comes over his misunderstood younger brother.

On the other hand, Fabian knew his brother well enough to know what he was thinking and said, ‘Let me make this clear to you Pete, I’m not one that goes looking for trouble.’ ‘On the contrary, I consider myself to be a protector of my family and friends, so don’t think of me as one of these delinquents walking the streets looking for trouble.’

Over the coming years, Fabian earned the respect of every child that attended Bridgeport High, but as often is the case when it comes to youthful offenders always being misjudged, the news was all bad after Fabian discovered that his father was called to attend a school board/parent meeting in regards to his son’s upcoming dismissal from school.

Aware that his son wasn’t the dream child that anyone wanted to have, nevertheless and in his anger, Mr Barna stood up off his chair and said, ‘What has Fabian done that is so different to what any other juvenile of his age had done that was so wrong?’

The head of the school board wasted no time in saying, ‘What Fabian faces are very serious charges Mr Barna, serious enough to have your son expelled from school.

‘The havoc he created amongst other school students is in excusable, as well as the matter of your son punching a teacher in the face.’

Becoming embarrassed as he sat with his wife in front of a panel that suggested that he was the person responsible for the behaviour of his sons actions, Thomas Barna could take no more. Leaving that meeting in a fury, he decided there and then that enough was enough and he could take no more of his son’s deliberate non-respect for other people.

Thomas’s dream of his son Fabian ever making something of himself had left him shattered. Returning home that same afternoon, Mr Barna charged up the stairs of the house enraged. So enraged, that he smashed open the locked bedroom door of Fabian’s room and fuelled with the strength of two men punched his son on the mouth.

For the first time in his life, Fabian felt the full brunt of his father’s anger as he lifted himself up off the carpeted floor, wiped the blood from his mouth, pointed his finger directly at his dad and said, ‘If you ever hit me again, I will be forced to retaliate.’

This was enough for Thomas to react in a way that he would one day regret as he ordered him to collect some of his belongings and never return to his house.

Peter and Christine were downstairs consoling their mother who heard everything that was said as Fabian made his way out of the house. Peter joined him on the front porch before saying, ‘Why Fabian?’ ‘Why do you act like this in front of dad when the worst is behind us?’

Both boys in the past have had their differences, but Fabian could no longer hold his emotions in by remarking to Peter that he had never received any of the love that he and Christine had received from their father.

Even though I don’t agree with his actions Fabian, you left dad with no other option and how did you expect him to react. Having been advised that his son had been involved in petty theft crimes was like placing a dagger into his back. Hell Fabian, dad’s even aware of the many confrontations you had with Tosawi and Guido Aconi in separate gang war-fares where battles pursued in the streets of Bridgeport.

How could dad know of any of that Pete?

Use your brains Fabian, dad is not a stupid person and like you, has friends in this city.

I know that you’ve gone out to bat for me Pete, but can’t you see that I will now be forced to live amongst desperate people and what does dad think is going to happen to me now.

Pete broke down before telling him that he will always be loved by his family and as both boys embraced, Fabian admitted to the fact that he had brought all of this upon himself, before apologising for the lies he told their father.

‘I don’t accept that lies had anything to do with the way our father reacted Fabian,’ Pete said.

Hey now that I think about it Pete, do you remember that time when dad attempted to teach us right from wrong by telling us a story of a man that never lied.

I do recall that time Fabian and it was always dads intention to drill into us that if one continues to lie, there will come a time when that person will forget how many untruths he or she had spoken. In the end, it forces them into telling more lies, resulting in that person becoming a person that cannot be trusted.

That’s exactly as he said it Pete and I think I was twelve at the time when you and I were playing in the lounge room and you suggested that we needed more colouring pencils.

Actually you were thirteen at the time Fabian and you saw how determined I was in my attempt to reach up to the top of the cupboard and accidently knocked down one of dad’s spare night lamps that smashed to the floor.

That lamp was smashed in many pieces Pete and I immediately thought that if dad found out we’re dead.

Yeah Fabian that’s right, but being the older one, I should have been the one to stand up and take my punishment, but in protecting me like you’ve always done, you told me not to worry as we cleaned up the shards of glass and attempted to stupidly destroy the evidence by placing the broken bits behind some pot plants.

We were both very stupid that day in thinking that the lie would be accepted by our father Pete and I’ll never forget the look on his face as we entered and saw him holding the biggest broken piece of the night lamp in his hands.’ ‘His first reaction was to ask me if I had anything to do with it and I did what I suspect any other small child would have done and told a lie.’

‘Yes Fabian, but as usual you took all the blame and I’ve never had the opportunity to thank you, but things are different now and we are no longer little kids and it’s time for you to show just what you’re really made of,’ Peter said as Fabian acknowledged him before slowly walking away from the house.

After twelve months of having to live off anything that came his way, Fabian’s desperation to survive forced him to remain a member of a street gang. These street gangs had no agreed-upon or systematic classification in which they went about their business, but even though Fabian continued his involvement in theft and breaking and entering, he made it a point not to become involved in anything associated with drug trafficking.

Captured by police who believed he was in fact trafficking drugs, Fabian was wrongly charged when one night whilst sitting in a car that he was hired to exchange for cash, police searched and discovered a number of satchels of cocaine in the boot.

In his attempt to clear himself, Fabian explained to police that he was framed and had no idea regarding the sale of drugs, but authorities refused to believe a word that he had said. Discovering later that it was all an elaborate plan set up by Aconi’s after Tosawi had hired a hit man and enticed Fabian in making a quick buck.

All that Fabian was told was for him to remain in the car until another man approached him to exchange cash for the sale of the car. All that remained was for Tosawi to tip off the cops by informing them of the time and place where all of this was going down.

As Fabian sat on his bunk staring at the three walls and the iron-gate which imprisons him, his one true desire was that one day he will get his revenge. Charged not only for participating in the sale of drugs, he was also charged for stealing the car and sentenced to spend the next twelve months in jail.

Unable to understand how it all came to this, for the first time in his life Fabian asked for forgiveness through prayer, asking his maker why it was him that was chosen to wear this scorn.

Soon discovering that his time in jail was a godsend because it gave him the opportunity to seriously think about the ridiculous path that he had elected to follow, it was during this time that the thought of how he let his family down, (especially his father) came to him and how stupid he had been throughout his young life.

Visited in jail by his sister Christine and his brother Peter, his emotions got the better of him as they approached and Christine immediately placed her arms around him. Standing from his chair and about to return his sister’s embrace, a guard physically separated them and advised her that there is to be no bodily contact.

As Peter placed himself in a seat beside his sister, it didn’t take long for Fabian to realise that the disappointment showing on Peter’s face was due