While in Spain, I read an article about a woman. Her daughter, about thirteen, was raped by an old man.
He was put on trial and sentenced to several years of prison.
After a while, he enjoyed of some preventative measures and was freed.
He went to the neighbourhood where the other family was living. In a bar.
The girl saw him and informed the mother.
She went to the petrol station with a bottle. Filled it up with petrol then went to the bar, spilled the petrol on the man and put him on fire.
I couldn’t avoid sympathizing with the woman.
But I wouldn’t like to live in that neighbourhood.