DIARY Gladiator 08.07.73 BC Tomorrow my ultimate test of a gladiator. The whole time I was scared that day, but I knew that only death can turn me out of the way, and I could die, I swore to myself that persevere, and find my family 09/07/73 BC The day has come that I feared so. My master said that for the moment I enter the arena. Sweat trickled down to me, I heard the rumbling of the stadium cheers and screams, seconds dragged on like hours, I had the feeling that now prefer to die than to stand here and wait for the queue to death. Finally the door opened. I, had a helmet, trident and net. When I walked into the arena first sun blinded me ,then I saw that on the world stage but me is just an old man. The crowd chanted his name as he circled me and it looked like just waiting to pounce on me and stab daggers. It seemed that it was already a very experienced gladiator, on his face was full of scars, I did not want to fight him thought it dishonorable to beat an old man but I knew that either he or I will die. During moments circled around him when he suddenly jumped on me! he was old and strength but I could not match my experience far surpassed. An exchange of blows. First, he grabbed my harpoon and pulled him to me with his hands. I threw in the network and tore one of his daggers. I ran the spear while he flows out of the network. When I came running to me with a spear in his calf. He screamed in pain and knelt, ran up to him and he lunged at me, knocked me on the shoulder and held a dagger to his throat. At this point, my life depended on the judgment of the emperor. My master stood up and raised his thumbs up which meant that the old man is to donate my life. The enemy was, shook my hand and said it was a good fight, to see the training site. 10/07/73 BC When I woke up, I ran straight to the square training, trained javelin after a few minutes we came and told you that now my enemy is my coach. I thought it was a great opportunity to learn, in the world of gladiators can not hold long grudges. After a while, my new coach came in and said that his name Hippolytos. He also told me that I have a lot of strength but poor technique and that if I want to survive I have to work on it. We trained all day, he showed me how to confuse the opponent as to pull his gun and blinded with sand. Then wooden swords fought two fights. I was not tired but Hippolytos said that I need to rest. So I went but I could not sleep because I was thinking all the time about the fight that will take place next week. This time I did not have much luck. She comforted me to...