Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

38. Daniel - Bischofshofen - Day of competition

Deep, Daniel sucked fresh air into his lungs. He listened to the distant melodious chirping of birds, the soft rush of water of the small stream. Scattered sunbeams fought their way through dense foliage and fir trees, speckled the slowly passing landscape in a variety of shades of green and yellow. Daniel watched in silence as the dull and bark-and-pine-needled soil past beneath his feet. He dodged small branches and fallen pine cones while he fell for the rhythm of the forest.

He enjoyed the feeling of running. To feel alive. To be carefree. Only a year ago, he had believed that it would never happen again. But it was over. At this place his past didn't matter, because nobody knew.

It pleasantly tingled in his legs. In his stomach spread the first anticipation of the upcoming competition. In the last winter season, he had competed at his first World Cup Competitions and even if these went not quite as he had wished, he simply felt that it gets better.

In training he always showed results, which getting better and better. He enjoyed, what he did. Carefree, he could compete, and he really enjoyed the time in their team. With a slight smile on his face, he slowed his pace as the end of the forest came in view. He could hear the voice of the stadium speaker, who moderated the Continental Cup Competition here in Kranj.

"...crazy! I have never seen anyone jumping like this! "-

"I know what you mean. I saw it from below and honestly - Hey, Daniel - "Dawid interrupted his conversation with Macjei as they passed by the Norwegian. Daniel greeted him warmly before the Poles continued their conversation. "From the bottom it looked like he was about to fell every moment. How is such a thing ... sible? "

Slowly the voices faded behind him and Daniel curiously asked himself, who the two Poles had spoken about as he stepped out of the forest and the summer heat hit him.

"Watch out!" - "Arrgh! Crap! "-" Yes!" Under loud shouts of the Austrian B-Team a ball flew unhindered into the forest. The North Americans, who warmed up themselves directly across among the shades of a huge fir, watched the spectacle. Daniel exchanged a quick grin with Kevin as he passed them. It was not the first time that the young Austrians lost the ball.

Sweating he continued his way and dropped to the bench in front of the container as the door opened and Joachim stepped outside. This weekend there were only the two of them, who would represent the Norwegian nation. "What a heat!" Moaned Joachim as he stopped next to him and peered wistfully into the Frenchman's cabin, which had a cooling fan attached.

"It's summer. What did you expect? "Daniel laughed gleefully, while he grabbed a water bottle from the cooler and poured it over his head.

"That you, like any other person, too, drink from the bottle, Mr. Waste of water" snorted Joachim beside him. "Drinking water is a precious - giupffft! Daniel!"

"You are a wretched denigrator. Enjoy the sun and sit back! "He invited Joachim as he watched his teammate wiped the water from his face.

"You're in high spirits today, aren't you," grumbled Joachim and sat down next to him on the bench.

"Why not? The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and we are about to compete again. What could be better? ", Daniel leaned back and meant it absolutely serious. He had never been that happy about his life before. If it was up to him, it could stay that way for all eternity.

"Cooler weather. Or have you forgotten that you must force yourself into your very own oven, called jumping suits, in a few moments? "Joachim muttered next to him. He just wasn't made for the temperatures of midsummer.