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It was the most depressing, the saddest class hour ever since the beginning of school.

Our teacher, Melody, stared at the image of the father. Her face expression changed so subtly that we didn't even recognize when it had begun. She cried without tears, and carried on her lecture, tried to find the words to convey what it felt like, with her trembling voice.

Nandie didn't dare to look at the screen, staring at her red skirt. She said she just wanted to run out of the room and never come back.

Daniel held his fist real tight, tried to suppress his temptation to sob. There, in front of our eyes, the images of the unveiled, the evidence, the crimes. Everybody was dumbstruck, left inside the cruelty of human, of truth and knowledge.

This is the real world.

What am I doing here?

We left the classroom with our chins down and our eyes dare not to look up. We had, sometimes, known that what we had been doing was meaningless, but never before had we realized how meaningless it is. We realized that all our thoughts before were all superficial, and all our knowledge before was no knowledge.

It is said that you can never look at the world the same way again after finishing Conrad's Heart of Darkness. And it's true.

Those who know very little are the happiest.