Claim that you have eleven fingers; in addition claim that you can prove this fact right in front of them.

Starting at your left hand count your fingers:

1. One, two, three, four, five…
2. Move on to your right hand and count off the remaining fingers:
3. Six, seven, eight, nine, ten…
4. Surprised by this obvious outcome claim that you have to repeat the exercise because something must have gone wrong while you were counting.
5. Starting at your left hand again [but this time beginning at ten], count your fingers backwards.
6. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six…
7. Stop – point out that there are additional five fingers on the other hand; making the total eleven.

“As far as the laws of mathematics refer to reality, they are not certain; and as far as they are certain, they do not refer to reality” Albert Einstein

On one of those streets, in a house slightly different from other buildings in the neighborhood took place the events which we are about to describe.

Two friends both tired from a long day came downstairs to part ways. While getting ready and packing their belongings one suddenly stopped and asked “Do you want to arm Wrestle?”

All of a sudden they were no longer friends, there was no bond between them, and all that remained was anger that boiled their blood.

Both took up a piece of the room, marking their territory letting the other know of his intent. In the first corner we could see a tall and proud man. Smirking at his opponent, waiting for another chance to show the world his fearsome power: he was no other then The Wild Russian Red Boar: Max!

In the opposite corner stood a challenger who faced the Boar before. He was uncertain of the outcome, but despite everything he remained calm, calculative and determined; a man who’s got nothing to lose and everything to gain: The Cunning Polish Wolf: Mike!

As soon as both were ready to go, they sat down locking their hands in tight grips that would have obliterated a hand of an ordinary human.

A second later they were off… Max confident in his abilities was not making any advances; he was playing with his opponent holding still trying to contain the overpowering drive exhibited by Mike. As he watch his opponent’s face rapidly change color from white to dark red in just seconds he noticed how slowly his hand began to waiver in to his opponent’s direction. The change was small maybe 3mm but enough to make him realize that his cocky approach was very foolish and dangerous. He attempted to pull the mighty Polack back but it was already too late, the mighty machine was already in full throttle. Noticing that the Russian was wavering Mike’s determination grew stronger and stronger, in the final moments despite exhaustion Mike could only think of his opponent’s hand touching the table with the back of his hand.

After the dust had settled you could see the defeated and the conqueror, dealing with the situation in their own way. Mike was cheerful and filled with energy. He talked about his victory and possible challenges that would occur in the future. At that instance he was the king of the world and no one could even come close to him.

Max although defeated was humbled by the experience. His pride felt the stinging of defeat but it wasn’t as devastating as before. He thought to him self “any man can be beaten under the right circumstances, and today was my day to play the trumpet of defeat.