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       Today is March 27 2011 and the truth is: I would never believe: that someone can kick me in the head:
when I'm ready to incoming attack. But it happened: One evening       - in today non-existing cafe Tatra: in
Petržálka. I just got a kick in the head - spinning!
       Unbelievable.
       It darkened before my eyes: and it was after the battle.   At that time: I went to the gym proudly: I
perceived myself as a tough guy:   I wanted to start a career as a fighter slowly: and thus disgracefully: I
was prevented from doing so.
       The man who did this for me was called Rudo.  He was kickboxer allegedly: and construction worker - I
met him about a month at tobacconist's only in overalls and no shirt. He was completely chopped - like David
Well: if some fat red neck knocked me down: I could change my name and gender probably.
       Except for the laughter of little Kamil: who told me three times relentlessly - Come on!    - my last
words: before that hit on the ear - later: I went through that evening as winner surprisingly.
       :I helped a friend. I offered my head to branded sneaker. Fero took me at home - introduced me to his
grumbling father:and his drunk friend. They praised my shoulders.
       True: even so: that day: my career: as an tavern ashtray thrower: ended forever.        I somehow not
identified with the idea: that someone just can: anytime: kick me to my head:    when I'm standing in combat
immobilization: completely concentrated on the impending punch.
       I don't believe it even now.
       Come on!!