Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

13. Domen - Garmisch-Partenkirchen - Day of qualification

The New Year's Eve party was in full swing, but party was maybe the wrong word. Finally, they sat in the dining rooms, which had been specially decorated, and ate a leisurely dinner. But they were in higher spirits than usual. Also, almost every jumper had a bag hanging from his chair, which would be emptied later in the evening. Many had paper streamers with them and small table fireworks.

Somewhat listless Domen poked with a fork in his food and looked around. They shared the hotel with the Norwegians, but he already knew that, with the Finns, and to his surprise, with the North Americans and the Swiss. He hadn't met them until now. They all sat at their respective tables and talked with each other. Except Daniel and his mother, who were still missing. Would they celebrate together at another place? Domen had actually speculated, that he could grill Daniel about his secret a little bit more. Maybe with a glass of sparkling wine? Cene always became very talkative after one glass and by the looks of it, he could do with a bit of distraction.

"The Norwegians in their natural habitat. Very interesting, isn't it? I mean, just look at Tom: he somehow manages to entertain the entire table and at the same time stuff his dessert into himself without spilling. Fascinating, "Cene, sitting next to him, turned to Domen.

"Indeed. But even better are Robert and Andreas. Look at this: Robert's food must be quite cold, as much as he has to tell and show. He's still at the main course. I guess somebody will have to go to bed without dessert tonight. Andreas looks a bit suffering. You just don't stop Robert that easily, "Domen chuckled, feeling a bit embarrassed, that Cene had caught him staring.

"What are you two giggling?" Peter frowned and leaned over.

"We study," Domen replied shortly. Wasn't he even allowed to laugh anymore? He had heard this suspicious undertone of Peter already a mile against the nonexistent rock festival.

"Yeah, behavioral study of the Norwegians. The only thing missing is the protocol, "Cene explained their brother a little more willingly to give him the opportunity to participate.

"Don't you think that's a bit rude?" Why had Domen just seen such a comment coming?

"God, they won't sue us right away," groaned Domen, pushing his plate away from himself. Now his appetite was really passed.

"Behave yourselves! Truce, already forgotten!? "Cene intervened warningly before Peter could reply. "You two are worse than Nika and Ema, when they have a row about the remote!"

That showed effect. Peter turned back to his dessert and Domen also dropped into his chair. That would become a great New Year's Eve. Better he let himself choke, now, otherwise he had no chance to get through the evening.

"What was going on with Ema at Christmas, by the way? She has behaved so strangely. First she cuts off all her dolls hair, then she begins to set the breakfast table and clean the house and on Christmas Day, she has watched closely how I brush my teeth. That's not how I know her. Normally, she always plays quietly in her corner with her dolls and doesn't mutilate them, "Peter wanted to change the subject to supposedly safe terrain.

"She hasn't behaved strangely, they just talk about occupations at school and she wanted to figure out what she wants to become. And she hasn't played with her dolls anymore for months. Meanwhile she's too big for that, she thinks, "Domen defended his sister sourly and looked at the clock. Seven o'clock. With luck, he would still reach Nika.

He got up under the questioning looks of his brothers and teammates. "Gotta make a quick call," he apologized and left the dining room in search of a quiet corner. But everywhere there was a lot of noise. The anticipation of the upcoming evening was just about everywhere and Domen felt out of place between all the good vibes.