Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

31. Domen - Bischofshofen - Day of qualification

"You are going to be late again! Where have you been? I mean, how do you do that? We all arrive at the same hotel at the same time with the same car. Nevertheless, I'm already done and you haven't even started to pack ... ", shaking his head Anže looked at the chaos that Domen had just arranged in their room, because he was looking for his second wedge.

Goran wanted to be on the hill in just over an hour. The trial rounds were about to start and they all condemned to do interviews with various representatives of the press. But until then, after the exhausting training session an hour ago, they should still get the chance to fill their stomach with a snack specially prepared for them by the hotel.

"You've been a whiner in your previous life, aren't you?" Domen grunted as he rummaged in his garbage bag with the utmost concentration. By now he was halfway crept in, not only because he hoped for a better view, but also to hide his flushed cheeks. Because no one less than Daniel was responsible for the fact that he lagged miles behind his schedule again. "I know they have to be here somewhere," he mumbled to himself to keep his focus in here and now and not to drift back to the Norwegian.

"Better a whiner than a professional chaos," Anže replied unceremoniously and thoughtfully sat down with his cell phone in his hand on the bed.

For a little while only Domen's impatient crackle with the garbage bag was heard, who looking thoughtfully into the shallow depths of the darkness and losing himself without realizing it. At that time, Daniel had asked him if he dislike gays and he was taken by complete surprise. In the hotel corridor in Garmisch. With the garbage bag in his hand, it wasn't possible for him to stop stutter. But he had never believed Daniel completely. He had wanted to believe that he was asking because of a friend. And just dismissed his doubts. As he always had done, because it was easier. Safer for him to get stuck in a familiar way than to complete a dangerous obstacle course over something new. Jay and the Christmas man. It had looked so natural. So easy.

Anže threw his cell phone next to him and continued to watch Domen in his doing, who was cursing loudly and slowly lost his patience. With itself and the wedges. Without blinking an eye, he reached for the end of his garbage bag and let the contents trickle across the floor.

"Just to make it clear: You tidy that up later!" -

"Do you realize that you're unbearable today?" Domen asked as he rummaged through his pile. "Got you," he said in relief as he spotted his wedge in a tangle of his underpants, his laptop charging cable, and his toothpaste tube. Then he turned back to Anže. "Still lack of communication?"

"That would be nice," Anže snorted. "Honestly, no matter what the conditions are, if Goran beckons us, then we can trust that it's as safe as it gets, or not? I mean, we can't deal with that too. A short hesitation and boom- out of the game.

"And Iva disagrees?" -

"I quote: And if Goran beckons you on a skyscraper roof, then you would jump too, right?", Anže parrots his girlfriend. "Honestly, why do women have to be that complicated and make a big deal out of everything? Why did she have to decide to watch the competition yesterday of all days? "

"She'll be fine in a few days again," Domen murmured, and vanished into their bathroom, where his jump shoes were, when there was a knock on the door outside. Groaning, Anže approached the door. "If you knew," he shouted to Domen over his shoulders as he opened the door a crack.

"If anyone knew what?" Curiously Cene peered into their room, who had heard the last part of Anze's sentence.

"Iva," Anže replied eloquently, and Cene nodded understandingly as Domen returned from the bathroom with his jump shoes still dripping wet because he had just give them a shower. Goran hated it when their shoes were dirty. In general, he was very sensitive to their material and Domen knew, he had strained Goran's patience in recent days already plenty.