Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

38. Daniel - Bischofshofen - Day of competition

"It's gettin' hot in herre so hot, so take off all your clothes, I am, gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off, "Daniel began to sing and moved his shoulders to the beat. Joachim started to laugh and gave him a pat, as Peter passed by. The Slovenian greeted them, and looked like he didn't know, what he should think of Daniel's vocal performance.

"You're such a dumbass!" Joachim snorted.

"Otherwise, I can't endure your whining," Daniel countered and Joachim nodded beside him.

"Maybe you're right. But you're to blame if the First Aid Team is on the way right now because Peter thinks you have a heat stroke. By the way, did you see him jumping? "Joachim changed the subject without warning.

"Whom?" Daniel asked, confused.

"Prevc Junior the second. Domen."-

"What is special with him?"

"Your question tells me everything. You haven't watched him, yet. Look at his jump, honestly: you have not seen that yet, "Joachim told him as he rose and stared into the distance. "Fuck heat," Joachim disappeared inside the container again, leaving a Daniel shaking his head behind.

Motivated, Daniel jumped up and enjoyed the warm feeling of the sun on his skin. Then he decided to grab one of the hurdles and train a bit near the small screen. Domen Prevc. He hadn't even known that Peter had another brother.

Driven by his curiosity, Daniel wind through the jumpers accommodation in the shadow of the containers. Listened to the conversations and noticed that for some reason today there was hardly any other topic of conversation than the style of jumping of Domen Prevc. Lost in thought, he wondered what could be that special about the Slovenian, as the door in front of him was suddenly opened. At the last moment, Daniel stopped, avoiding a collision with a pair of skis that suddenly crossed his way. Including its owner.

"And now get a move on!" Somebody called outbound. Furiously, the owner of the skis turned around, so that Daniel could catch a glimpse of his face.

"Do you realize that my timing won't improve if you keep on detaining me with your sermons?!", the brown-haired boy hissed annoyed in front of him, before he continued his way. And in doing so, he almost killed Daniel for the third time within a minute without even noticing it. The end of skis could be dangerous, if you didn't watch out.

Motionlessly, Daniel stared at the white-and-blue skis that had been fastened to the wall of the hotel as a decoration. Everything started at that day two years ago. He had been satisfied with his life. He just found himself again. And then Domen had appeared. Without warning. And he almost floored him.

"It will become better again," Tom broke through the tense silence. "You know the saying: unlucky in love, lucky at car-... Well, next year is a tournament again," corrected the Norwegian himself hastily, as he noticed his faux pas. He shrugged apologetically as Andreas evil eye hit him.

Dull murmurs reached them in the new arising silence. Daniel stared silently to the ground, pulling on a small thread that had come loose from the cover of the chair he was sitting in.

"Oh, that's crap!", Tom cursed, who hardly endured the gloomy mood. "What? I'm right! ", Replied the Norwegian, when he noticed the looks of his friends. "I mean, other mothers have nice sons, too."

"That's not helpful, Tom," Andreas said and Tom sighed.

"Yes, I know. Names, phone numbers and addresses would be better, but what should I do? "

"To shut up for example?" Anders suggested dry and Andreas nodded affirmatively. Expectantly, they looked at Daniel. They waited for a reaction. The faint smile Daniel that he was able to show cost him more strength than the last hours.