My heart beats blue white red
  • Reads 105
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  • Parts 15
  • Time 42m
  • Reads 105
  • Votes 44
  • Parts 15
  • Time 42m
Complete, First published Feb 25, 2021
The 21 year old Julian has been playing for the young eagles, the youth department of Adler Mannheim, for 2 years. His dream is to play with the Adler with his idols like Borna Rendulic, Dennis Endras, David Wolf etc. Then the Adler Mannheim organizes a trial training for a small selection of young eagles, including Julian. Will his dream come true? Read it yourself. The naming rights are owned by the Adler Mannheim ice hockey club, only the figure of Julian Launspach comes from me. This story was first published in German and is now being translated into English!
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