Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

16. Peter / Anders - Garmisch-Partenkirchen- Day of competition

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Hello everyone out there!

I just wanted to spotlight, that the next chapter is written from Peters and Anders point of view. As I worked at the german version there were a few people who asked me, if I could do that and I decided that possibly this is a good position for such a chapter. I hope you like it. The next will be "normal" again.

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PETER pushed himself off the ground with all his might. Trusting that Nejc would catch him as he always did.

For a brief moment, her co-coach held him in the air and Peter tried to find his perfect flying position. The one that had brought him all the successes last year. But the more he tried to remember that feeling again, or rather, to make his body remember, the more distant it seemed to him. As if he was trying to scoop water with open hands.

He felt Nejc reduce the pressure on his arms and a short time later he was put back on the ground. Nejc seemed satisfied. Or at least he was confidence. "There we go!"

"Seems so," Peter replied and both were aware that they were lying to each other. Peter knew that the coaches were just as clueless as he was. They worked meticulously and it put a strain on him to deliver any results. He was just not used to it after the last season and as much as he was pleased with the results of his younger brother, the more he had to admit deep inside that they were wearing him down. He just couldn't enjoy the victories of Domen while secretly wishing he and Domen would switch places. The intoxication of victories clung to him and it was hard to come to terms with so much less. Even if he gave his best.

"Well, that's it for today. From now pure concentration on the competition. Just jump. Don't think. You don't have to win. It's just about getting ahead. Geddit? "Smiled Nejc and Peter finally nodded after a moment's hesitation.

You don't have to win. The words of his coach rang storm in his head. It had already come that far. You don't have to win?! What else had he become a competitive athlete for? He wanted to shout all this to Nejc and the entire coaching staff, he would've liked to turn his skis into chopped wood, instead he stood in the middle of the jumper's accommodation, a smile on his face and the cameras and all the expectations on him. Daniel's mother had told him to follow Domens example. She hadn't the slightest idea how many times he'd wanted that. But he wasn't Domen. Wasn't a 17-year-old boy who people would forgive his impulsiveness easily anymore. His team maybe. The press certainly not.

"That'll be fine, "Peter nodded to the Slovenian assistant coach, leaning his hands against the wall of one of the containers and began his loosening exercises.

"Did you see your brother somewhere? He actually wanted to do short dry training as well, "Nejc looked around. But there was no trace of the young Prevc. The only others he saw wearing green jackets were the German jumpers, who were warming up with a lively discussion. It struck Nejc that the young Wellinger somehow looked a proper Charlie.

"I'd check some quiet corner. He's probably buried his nose in one of his books and warms up incidentally, "Peter advised as he changed the leg and studied the nature of the container wall. Someone was supposed to paint them again, he thought as he noticed the rust stains right in front of him.

"Not Cene. I meant Domen, "Nejc said thoughtfully. The Polish head coach just caught his attention: he walked past them with Kamil Stoch, pointing to some sheet of paper that looked suspiciously like the latest weather forecasts for the day. "Hey, if you see Domen, just tell him to come to me, if he actually wants to go through the processes again," Nejc ran after the two Poles and let himself the forecasts show by Stefan Horngacher.