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Everything begins in the north of Anatolia, the land of Pontus, in those lands overlooking the beautiful Black Sea coast, the bridge was ruled by King Mithridates, bold leader prototurco even nicknamed the Great. On Mithridates were written plays, songs and copious false. This is the likely history of the Pontic par excellence. Mithridates was perhaps the first time in the history of stubborn and space. Mithridates had women, food, elephants and cars to fashion, had one passion: to declare war on Rome. He looked across the sea of \u200b\u200bPontus, and thought upon arrival in Rome in the spirit of glory, he dreamed of sleeping with the Tiber, I think I speak with Aeneas or even be immune to the poisons of this world rather than the physical. There was no moment to declare a no-war Rome. Every moment was good for a militia attack unbeatable. There was no minute that Mithridates did not think to use to fight Rome. And after the first, second and the third burning loss, did not fail to try, try again. There are only failures best. There are joys, but do not need to become perfect. There are wars, and there are defeats Mithridates thinking only of those. Scratched helmet, the scar, the indelible mark of perfection, infinity. Mithridates is a model to follow, is the defeat made man. Mithridates had heard from Rome that he would be over, not as man but as a figure. The substance-Mithridates had to lose to exist. Arriving in Rome would have stopped it would not have been fair to the Mithridates-form. Mithridates, he realized that victories do not exist, the certainties do not exceed the Dardanelles. The defeats are the true source, where drink. It is said that Pompey found it dead, stabbed while members of his family had been poisoned. What happened to Mithridates? E 'hell. But is happy to declare War in Heaven.