Hello Hurricane {English Translation}

34. Peter / Anders - Bischofshofen - Day of competition

PETER stared absently into the room, which was flooded with sunlight. The sixteen-year old Slovenian was sitting at the big kitchen table at home, in front of him his math homework, which he still wanted to do before the upcoming afternoon training. At the same time, he distant stirred his muesli, oblivious to himself, when his father, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly broke the silence:

"Now look at this one! And who will pay this? Of course, the taxpayer! "He exclaimed indignantly, rustling the big daily paper in his hands. He was checking the news, just like every day during his lunch break.

Peter looked up briefly, but when he noticed that his father hadn't addressed him, only talked to himself, he devoted his full attention again to the task in front of him. He munched on the end of his pencil as his mother plunged into the room. "I'm late. Will you pick Nika up at the kindergarten later?"

"Here! Did you see that, Julijana? This is supported by our tax money! ", Peter's father scolded again. Annoyed, Peter rolled his eyes. He wanted to do his homework with silence around him.

"What?" Curiously, his mother leaned over his father's shoulder and scanned the article pointed to by his father.

"Just because some idiots got drunk. I mean, the few smearings! These are pranks! And now they show off in front of everyone! As if we had no other problems in this country! The police should rather deal with real crime and not with these spinners, "he continued to rage.

"Božidar!", His wife reminded him to rest. "This is damage to property, and it happened not the first time."

"And it won't be the last time either. I mean, they knew what they were getting into, didn't they? There were several protests against this gay and lesbian center before the construction. Nevertheless, they have insisted on this building. Okay, whatever. But now these... these people must live with the consequences and not blame the authorities, "Bozidar Prevc scolded.

"Don't get upset! You can't change it anyway, "shrugged Peter's mother, looking around the kitchen for the car keys.

"I'm not upset. I only wanted to say it. It's not like I have anything against these people, but that's enough. Have you ever stopped by there? Everywhere these colorful flags. They provoke people downright! The last time, as I have drove Cene to his buddy, there were two of them. Right in front of the center. They kissed each other, in public! Two men! And that wasn't the first time! Childrens are passing by! Think about, what they teach with their lifestyle! Which values. They can live as they pleases. And I don't want to know how, but please not in public. Didn't they teach them any decency? ", Indignantly struck Peter's father with his fist on the tableand made Peter cringe.

"Dad! Look at what you did! ", Reproachfully pointing Peter to his notebook. He had accidentally drawn a thick line across the notebook. "Now I can do everything again!"

"Sorry, but what has to be said once, must be said. The politicians don't dare. We live in a tolerant society, "his father shook his head and it was clear what he thought about it. "Remember you, boy: Stay away from them! Most of them celebrate too much and end their lives by the end of their twenties. Have no prospects. They end up in the gutter. Drug addicted and ill with AIDS. "

Annoyed, Peter looked at his father. "Thanks for this important lesson, Dad. Nevertheless, I can do the homework later once again, "he grumbled and looked at his watch. "And I'm late for training because of you."

"Oh, should I take you? I can kick you out at the hill, sweetheart, "his mother offered, scanning the mountain of bits and pieces on and in front of the microwave.