Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

15. Domen - Garmisch-Partenkirchen - Day of competition

In hurry, Domen rushed through the people, who today stood around in groups everywhere and that preferably in his way. Goran would kill him, he thought desperately, dodging the end of a pair of skis, that belonged to one of the prejumpers. He had just completely forgotten the time, but he had needed the little jogging session.

All morning he had nervously looked for Daniel. So far, he had seen him shortly after his arrival, when he got out of the car. It didn't seem like Daniel was desperately looking for something. On the contrary, he had seemed as carefree as the rest of the Norwegians. Tom and Robert had not been unremarkable with their white shirts and oversized Norwegian-designed flies.

Nevertheless, his thoughts didn't stop to circle. They drove roundabout and that since he had come to rest tonight and had found this stupid piece of paper in his pocket again. He would have almost forgotten the letter, which he stole.

Out of breath, he tore open the door to the container. "Sorry for the delay!" He blurted out, louder than he wanted, into the room and nearly dragged his coach's laptop from the table as he tripped over the battery cable. "Nothing happens!" He exclaimed, reluctantly turning to his trainer. Today seemed to be one of those days.

"Do you want to stand still forever, or do you finally sit down so I can go on?" Goran asked impatiently and seemed, to everyone's surprise, to renounce a lecture. His teammates also gave their coach astonished looks.

"Eh, no. Sorry, "he quickly sat down in his seat next to Jurij. He could hardly believe his luck. But maybe he would get his lecture later? He hated all this uncertainty. That made him crazy!

Dissatisfied, he looked to Goran. Did Daniel miss the letter? Was he the key to the puzzle solution? What was the puzzle's solution?

Domen hadn't read it. Not yet. He had sat in front of the letter for several minutes, which had seemed to him like hours, while Anže had disappeared into the shower and he had considered what he should do. It had cost him quite a bit of discipline to put the letter in his pocket, which he had put at the other end of the hotel room. Okay, just after he had realized that there was no point keeping him against the light of his bedside lamp. The stupid paper was just too thick.

Without realizing the inner agitation of his youngest protégé, Goran went on: "In competition pay attention to the fact that the take-off is a bit more inclined than you are used to, especially you Anže. You have to stretch your upper body a little more after the jump off - transition, otherwise you'll end up with only 110m again. Geddit? "

While Goran continued to discuss the peculiarities of the hill, which he already had done twice, Domens hand unconsciously wandered into his jacket pocket. To the letter, which he had put in his jacket pocket again. Because he wanted to give it back to Daniel.

He had messed it up. Probably this time really bad, and their friendship hadn't really started yet. And it probably would never have started, if Daniel had known what he had done. He wasn't even sure if it was really as bad as he assumed. Finally, the mystery behind the letter could be a simple shopping list, not that he assumed that, because then the list would be damn extensive. Or it was just instructions from Alexander Stöckl. Written because Daniel occasionally suffered from dementia ... Sure, that would be it, thought the young Prevc while he wondered how stupid and naive he actually was. Still, Domen wanted to tell himself it was in the realm of possibility, because then he had not to feel as if he'd betrayed Daniel.

"Next. Timetable: the competition is about to start, so prepare for it. I want to see good performances from you today. Don't let the press bother you. RTVSlovenija will do one or two interviews, do them the favor, "Goran continued.