I was taught to count early. I managed to count to a hundred at five. Reading at four.



In general, in the kindergarten, in the older group, a dispute arose between me and a fellow group. He said that after one hundred and nine there are two hundred. I am that one hundred ten, 111 and then to 199.

We fought for a long time, almost fought and went to the teacher for the resolution of the dispute.



No, not very insightful (I now understand this), he probordied: “Two hundred, two hundred...”



I was in Ahaia. I didn’t know the word then, but I didn’t pick up any others. So I kept silent, but I realized that people, including adults, are mostly idiots.

So I live...