Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

25. Domen - Innsbruck - Day of qualification

Daniel Andre Tande (22) flies for the overall victory in the Four Hills Tournament. BILD called him after his New Year's success of Garmisch the "mother's son" because he still lives together with Mama Trude in Kongsberg (80 kilometers from Oslo).

Chuckling, Domen held his cell phone in his hand, scanning the article he had found to kill time. And he really needed to kill time. He felt stupid. And strange. Restless. Something went wrong. But he didn't know what it was.

The sympathetic Norwegian reveals: "I'm afraid of every jump. When he starts up on the tower, I can't really look. I can hardly stand on my feet and almost piss myself off. "
When her "good boy" triumphed in Garmisch, the tears flowed in torrents. "I am currently the proudest mom in Norway. However, at the age of two he wanted to jump off a ten meter hill and cried if I didn't allow it. "

"Cheshire cat swallowed?" -

"Do you have to creep up on me like this ?!" Concluded Domen caught the open browser window on his cell phone. He glared at Anže, who curiously bent down to see what made him smile.

"So? What are you smiling at? "He sat down nosy, trying to catch a glimpse of the screen.

"Am I not allowed to even smile anymore?", Domen snorted.

"Do you see? That's why I must ask. "-

"Huh?", Confused, Domen stared at his roommate.

"Well, now you're back to normal. A grumbler- "

"Not true! I'm always happy! I'm always smiling! "Domen said indignantly.

"Pfff, in your dreams, maybe, when you've just killed Peter, but otherwise I rarely see you grin. Never if I started to think about it," Anže replied seriously.

"No wonder. There's nothing to laugh about when you're there. Mostly it's a-Hey! No, " Domen started to laugh, trying to prevent a knock on his head.

"Then look who's talking, Mr. Grumpy. So you'll understand, if I now assume that someone is mourn after his Cheshire cat. You can't start mitigation soon enough ...", The older Slovenian had this researching-knowing expression in his eyes that Cene had been carrying behind him all day long. That droves him crazy. Why wasn't he able to ask Daniel? Why did he change the subject?

"Then you better start with your own life, before ... how, was her name? Ila? "-

"Iva." - "Before Iva looks around for appropriate therapies and realizes what kind of idiot she has gotten herself into," Domen spurred, but to his surprise, Anže didn't let himself get worked up.

"I never said, that she doesn't know that already," Anže replied with a distant smile.

Daniel liked him, too, even though he was an idiot sometimes, it flashed in Domens thoughts and was gone as quickly as it had surfaced. "Aha," Domen replied, somewhat overwhelmed, watching the Finns at the other end of the path, who were already packing their things again.

"Okay, now, Cheshire cat out of the bag: What happened to Grumpy Domen?", Anže leaned over to him, promptly causing Domen to blush. "Or should I ask who happened to you?"

"Can't I just be in a good mood? Or do I first have to make an application? ", Domen blocked angrily. "Besides, I just clicked through the new picture gallery of Oberstdorf. They raided the archive once again. Great settings! Crap, I want to fly, "Domen said decisively, but couldn't keep his eyes on Anže. He felt cornered, though there was no reason to do so. Nobody knew Daniel's secret.

And Anže certainly had no telepathic abilities. He couldn't. He didn't even manage to put on two identical socks in the morning.

"How could I expect anything else?", Anže rolled his eyes and stood up. Relieved, Domen exhaled. "You should really rethink your priorities. But what am I talking about? You are still half a child ", he patted the Slovenian regretfully his shoulder, which grumbling pulled away his grip.