In fact, my German Carmen didn’t experience any development. She loved Jose out of pity and Torero out of sexual desire, but none of these two men changed her. Every lady needs a drink and a pet, so Jose was her pet and Torero her drink. She enjoyed closeness, but like a shiny dragon from a fairy tale, she didn’t measure togetherness in victims and sacrifices, so she preferred to die and stay true to herself rather than become the wife of a soldier. But if refusal to change is a conscious decision, isn’t it paradoxically a change indeed? Once the moment of reevaluation occurs, once the feet are off the ground, who dares say, that decision to remain constant is easy and light-hearted ignorance?