Aimont, her real name was Diamond, grew up in a poor family, but because of the work on the fields they had enough food and she got strong.
When her younger brother started to speak, he never could say her name, he allways said: Aimont. So she had to live with this name from now on, but she wasn´t very happy about that. One afternoon she was very angry about her mother, calling her the same way and rushed into the garden. There were many nice flowers, the air was heavy loaded with their smell and she got a bit dizzy.

Somebody shaked her and threws her some water into the face. She sprang up and shaked her head, she didn´t know what has happened. She looked in the face of an old man, damned, it was their landlord, she was shocked. The old man took her hand, looked at her and then at the flower behind her:

*You are as beautiful as this black rose behind you. From now on you will be the ´black rose´ for me and everybody else around here.*