I had trained for this for years. I knew how to do it. And now they were back, the cones players, right in the Middle of Berlin. At the age of five I was sitting in front of the TV, and studied with Franco Campana the art of the shell game. Who still remembers him and his show "Pronto Salvatore"? With oily hair and sunglasses, he stood in front of a red variety-curtain and let the green ball disappear. I don't know how often I his consignment had seen in this time, but it was often. When I met hat players, I was Convinced that I could do it with all of you. Of course, they accepted never use my pocket money Budget. And my parents told me every contact with the Tricksers. That made me angry, because how often had I known at the "Pronto Salvatore", where the ball is, if the caller failed the number of times I had followed kneeling in front of a teammate player on the road the ball successfully.
the Only Time I was able to persuade my mother to pay me for the use. Of course, not in an illegal shell player, but one with a solid protect. I knew this was my only Chance to prove myself and studied the long fingers of the player, before I put my tokens on the counter. I lost. My mother had pity and allowed a game. And I lost again. Now I switched in "Pronto Salvatore". My parents were right: If trickster lose, it's because you want to lose as an investment in the glow of their authenticity.
Someone tapped me on the shoulder and shook his head
I don't know why I stand today, 30 years later, remained. I watched the fingers of the player, as I had done in my Childhood countless times. I guess it was part of the Serendipity of this Tricksers that he spotted among all the people that stood in front of him, just me. He lifted his Finger and pointed at me: "You, do you know where the ball is?" The Crowd opened, so that we were now no obstacles to each other. "Yes," I said, "I know it," and pointed to the appropriate box. In the Moment, something happened. My heart beat faster. The feeling from my Childhood, again to be tricked, came in me again. At the same time I wanted to get back what I had lost at that time. The trickster gave me the money in front of the nose, said that I should show him my money for the bet. To me, a thousand things went through the head. I would make me with the use of a criminal offence? Someone tapped me on the shoulder: A young tourist, the red was and to understand me shaking my head was that I should not take the bet. She had probably just lost money.More about
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I put my wallet back in the bag, although I was not sure where the ball was and was willing to bet everything I had on me. Someone jumped differently to the player, showed him the money and pointed to the box, which I had previously shown. I had been right. At first I thought, the experiences of Childhood determine the actions of adults – that's why change is so difficult, even political. Then I thought, well, that I did not get money that was previously pulled someone else out of the bag. Finally, the thought came that I could have made it to the tourist girl. But I would have done that?