Yesterday I met an old man who looked like Indian. He had brown skin and a coloured plume. Sitting over a glass of water, he looked at me, when I was comming in. As all tables were occupied, I set down close to him. He didn't seem to be happy, but he didn't seem to be worried as well, so I stood him a second glass of water. Then we began a long conversation. He told me several stories, one of them was about his life.

He was born in a small Indian village and when he was fifteen, a village wizard started teaching him a sorcery.

By several years he had been drawing in great power. One day, it was Thursday, he became a wizard and got a naw name, Shaman. In this time Shaman was very happy but this happiness didn't last too long. In the village there was another man, who wanted to be the village wizard too. His name was Nasty Beast and he was friends with Shaman. Shaman used to show him several tricks, because he liked him very much. After few months Nasty Beast became better than Shaman, who however wasn't jelaous of Beast's glory.

One day, it was Saturday and a great Indian holiday, Shaman found that he lost is power. He knew that Nasty Beast take him a power but he wasn't angry with him, because he knew also that his friend Nasty Beast did it unconsciously. Then Indian felt great solitude. He had also an other friend who wasn't Indian, but Hungarian. His name was Peter in Red Cap. Peter was wise man, but he had ill eyes. He persuaded Shaman into discover new power. Seeing Nasty Beast, who used to use Shaman's power, not Beast's, Peter in Red Cap persuaded Shaman into take Beast's power which wasn't used upthen.

Our Shaman was heppy again. His new power he called Magya. Though he didn't fell it completely, he got used to Magya.

Nasty Beast, seeing it, used to look at him with certain jealousy, because he was a little stupid and wasn't able to charm as once. One day, when Shaman was sleeping, Nasty Beast creept into his life and stole him a Magya. By that time Shaman is completely alone. He hasn't any power not friends.

Yesterday I met him in a tavern. He told me that he's searching his old friend Peter in Red Cap who had left for Hungary.