Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

6. Daniel - Oberstdorf - Day of competition

"One last question, Daniel: You had health problems in the summer and now are you one of the favorites to win the Four Hills Tournament. Did you expect this before? ", The reporter from the German television questioned him.

Today the tournament would start officially. Like every year in the morning before the first competition would start, there were the last press events. Daniel had already visited some interview stations of different TV channels. This was his penultimate station, before he would have to go to Anders Jacobsen, who would interview him in his new role as a TV expert on Norwegian television.

"Of course, I always hoped it would turn out that way. I already had the feeling that the jumps after the injury were at a high level, but of course you never know it exactly until the season has started. That's why I'm pretty happy with my performance so far. We'll see where this leads me, "Daniel finished with satisfaction.

"Then thank you for being with us and good luck with the tournament", the reporter said goodbye and the camera lights switched off.

Daniel stepped out into the hallway and searched after the room of the Norwegian TV station. The hotel had specially closed off the convention center in order to spare the athletes the necessity of running around. However, the corridors were so winding, that most of the jumpers would've found a small map to be quite useful.

In the hallway he repeatedly met Kamil Stoch, who was about to disappear in the room in front of him, but stopped briefly when he noticed Daniel. "So we meet again. Are you through now? ", The Pole friendly wanted to know and you clearly could see that he longed for the end of the press marathon.

And it was the same to Daniel. Not that he didn't like being the focus of attention when it came to sports, but after the third or fourth interview, it was getting boring for him, too. "The world is just a village. Just one more. And you?"

"Only one more, too. Maybe next time we should do it like the Slovenians. They spare themselfs all the stress, "the Pole remarked with a laugh, before knocking on the next door and entering the room, where he was warmly welcomed.

Daniel also had noticed, that there was no trace of the Slovenians. Although they were known for not to be too eager for interviews. But it was unusual for them, tat no one was here. He wondered, what they were doing again.

To be exact, he had spent a whole shitty, almost sleepless night thinking about what was going on in the minds of the Slovenians. Especially in those of the two Prevc brothers. He was 95 percent sure that neither Domen nor Peter knew anything. He even catched Peter at the breakfast buffet this morning, but hardly received a reaction from him. And at the mumbled "morning" of Peter Daniel couldn't really found something strange.

And just as he was about to knock on the door, behind which, according to his information, Anders Jacobsen was to be found, it was torn open from the inside. Opposite him stood a man in his fifties with a half-bald head and a proper belly.

"Daniel, I'm glad, you made it," Anders shouted from the inside above the man's shoulder, who looked at him curiously through his thick horn-rimmed glasses. Obviously pleased to see him.

"Mr. Tande, "the man nodded. Daniel was sure he should know him. He was undoubtedly a reporter, as his passport told him, sticking out of his coat pocket, but he just couldn't assign him.

"Mr ... uhm... Excuse me. What's your name? ", He smiled apologetically at the man in front of him.

"Thiessen. Paul Thiessen from RTV Slovenija, "he introduced himself and handed him the hand that seized Daniel. "Maybe you'll come by someday and we'll get to know each other better."