I read about street games and child fantasy and remembered my own. When I was a child, in the late 90s, we had no consoles, no computers, and of course no internet. We were seven to eight years old then. The entire list of entertainment was "Chip and Dale" on Sundays and Street. The games in the yard were invented by themselves. After the first viewed video cassettes, games such as football, hiding and rabbits, were transformed into "Hitchnick vs. Bruce Lee", "Ninja and Schwarzenegger", and sometimes the ninjas were friends of Schwarzenegger and sometimes fought against him. The ninjas were allowed to hit as much as they wanted, but if they hit Schwarzenegger, the ninja had to die, because Schwarzenegger had the most powerful blow. Ninjas, in turn, could use imaginary bombs, stars, smoke shells and other remote labs. The rules were constantly changing depending on the mood or newly viewed films. New characters and fictional locations were added.



Once in the courtyard, all the children decided to become only ninjas. And I was no exception. The rules of the game were that you had to quietly run a bunch in the neighbouring courtyards, exclusively in dark places. If someone saw the passers, the ninja flew out of the game and waited for the end of the round. and yes. Almost forgot it. It was necessary to run on footsteps, small steps, turning the body of the knives to the side and holding one hand in front of you and the other behind you. This is how real ninjas run in movies. Who made it first, I don’t remember. It looked cool for us. And so I run like a cool fighter of Eastern folklore and run out into the wilderness. On the desert, on the side, there was a car and a few men near it. They smoked, discussed something quietly and looked around. A minute of reflection. I loved risk from childhood. I, like a ninja pro, curled and curled from the bush to the bush in small runs, got very close to them. I would like to remind you that it was impossible to find yourself, that was the law of the harsh game. There are 10 meters left. I lay down and swallowed. The men stood by the trunk of the car and I decided to hide from the other side. Transfer of car. Why Why? and fig him. It should have been. There were about three meters left as the men suddenly abruptly ended the conversation and began to sit in the car, and I realized that I was now noticed quickly turned and pulled off the car. I didn’t have time to take off the car and I was completely overwhelmed by the light of the lanterns. Ninja is dead. But there is no hope. I stuck with my mouth in the ground and took the position of the slipper. The lights turned off. The engine stalled. Then the fares again. I only now understand what those men have survived. Sit in the car, turn on the headlights and in front of your eyes on the road such... and does not move.

They thought they were alone in the desert. The door opened quietly and they slowly approached. One of them quietly sat down and started turning me back and touching my pulse. The whisper began to speak. I understood. He lost the game and opened his eyes.

Are you alive boy? You are Who?

I am a ninja. He stood up and went to his own. Let the men think about what they saw.