Jimmy did not feel ashamed of the change in his thinking.
In fact, even back when he was just a country kid who couldn't tell the difference between a frog and a toad, he had similar experiences.
He remembered there was a family in the village whose second son got lucky and found a decent job following a convoy to Neum, sending a lot of money back home every month and often bringing back some new and interesting things from the big city for his younger brother during festivals.
Even many years later, he still remembered that little guy with snot hanging from his lips, standing on a stone by the pond with a proud smile, showing off the toys his brother brought back from Neum.
Speaking of toys, to the present-day Jimmy, it was just a finely crafted six-sided die.
At that time, he didn't find it particularly nice-looking either.
At least not as appealing as the Wooden Sword that his father had carved for him.
