One day,..., I was Jack the Ripper. This is an exercise that I did last year in my classroom... "Today is Valentin's day, so I'm going to talk about LOVE, love that I felt for each women that I met,..., love that was never unrequited. ...but, first, I'm going to introduce myself...my name is....Jack The Ripper.... I lived near Whitechapel a districh within East London, England, in the dirty London Borought of Tower Hamlets. I lived in a small house, with a kitchen and a bedroom. In the wall, there was a picture, wich was a Dorian's present... At midnight, I left my bedroom, and I went to Whitechapel searching places, dark evil places where people could get love for money. I still remembered the name of the worehouse: "Deep throat". "Deep throat" was an old, dirty place, as dirty as me. Mary Ann Nichols worked there. I was watching a long time. I loved Mary Ann, so a night I waited her at the wore house's door. I approached and I bought her a drink in my house. I seized her by the waist and we started walking... In Buck's Row, I told her "I love you". First, she looked at me surprised. Afther, she started to laugh out loud. At first, I was ashamed. Afterwards, I felt hurt, very hurt. I felt terrible inside. Then, I started yo be angry, very angry, furious, and I started to detest her. If you'd been there, if you'd heard it, you would have felt the same. Suddenly, I pulled out a long, thin knife with a serrated edge. She saw me. Her eyes were wide. What are you doing? - she said-. I held my breath. My face tight with tension. She stood to look at me as if I was some kind of monster. I smiled. Then, I don't know how it happened, but I ran my knife into her throat, it ran my knife into er throat ten times. A few minutes later, I made an abdominal mutilation. I felt her blood running down my hands. I was heady, horny,..., but when she bled to death, I felt sad, alone, despicable. Afterwards, I was afraid. Could anyone have seen me?.. I took a deep breath, I grabbed her body and I dragged it towards a dark alleyway. Then, I went home. I was Friday 31 August 1888. On Saturday, 8 September 1888, I killed Annie Chapman. In this case, I took away the uterus. Twenty-two days later, I killed Elizabeth Stride and Catherine Eddowes. On Friday 9 November 1888, I killed Mary Jane Kelly. Every one of these murders, gave me a sensation of pleasure, but, a day I started to get bored and I didn't feel any arousal. Also Scotland Yard was investigating, so I took a decision: first, I would go to America..