Immortal

When I was 5-6 years old, I was with my parents on Christmas Eve with my grandmother. Guests sat around the round table and talked, and in the corner played TV. I was very interested in what is on TV, because at home my parents sued me to watch TV only from 19:00 to 19:10. When it was already after 22:00, an amazing video began. I watched stealthily so that my parents would not notice. In the film, the protagonists were Mr. Michael and the gentleman, who was called Asia. I really liked Mr. Asia – he jumped on a horse perfectly. Unfortunately, Mr. Asia died at the end of the film. Half a year later, we were at my grandmother’s house again for Easter, and again I could watch some stealthy TV.

Surprisingly, there was a continuation of that film about gentlemen: Asia and Michael. Only Mr. Asia was now called Kmicic. And so that no one recognizes him, he even camouflaged himself twice, so this Gentleman of Asia, whom everyone knew as Kmicica, told everyone around him that his name was actually Babinicz. It was only when he died that he admitted each time that his name was Kmicic. But he never died, so he never again admitted that he really, really, was called Asia. I inferred from this that to be immortal, you need to have many names. Maybe that’s why Spanish torreadors have so many names.