Small chronicle of a warm Sunday cold.
Sunday, January 6: Epiphany. For a long time waiting for this day trip destination skiers to a fixed rope Sappada. There are two coaches that a little 'pretentiously were booked, but it was not easy to collect one hundred brave willing to face a probably cold Sunday in the snow. The cold weather forecaster and a growing coldness in human relationships have a little 'slow down the adhesions. Although the stimulus un'abbinata giant slalom race did not appear affected the most. However, my group involving referees, the Palace of Justice, the Itis and various friends and acquaintances, the two coaches are finally complete.
Strengthening the eve of the cold, stoic older who want to cancel the last time, likely resulting in the red, contact, organize, organize. "My God, what pain, but it's too late to give up, let's move on and hopefully good.
6 hours, night: meeting at the point in that classic of the Forum Ulpian. "But after all, look how many of us here. Then, finally, came almost all "tells me with relief organizer. Here and there, however, they stand between the startled cries and desperate:" Eight degrees below zero? But we're crazy to go? You will die from the cold! "The general thought Cima Sappada seems more remote and desolate steppes of Siberia.
Why, the coaches are already here, people also rassegnamoci to load skis, hot thermos, some other means of survival and we go. We are now at stake and we can do is dance. And then I go, I try to sit next to those who know more, I settle, are we ready? Let's go. The bus runs fast, immersed in cold dark surroundings: it almost seems like the warm breast shell that protects us, our fledgling skiers From Inhospitability outside world. Skip the cashier of the trip, hands in their pockets. I pay for my place and I am "also takes the ski pass?" But yes, I do. "Registers also to the race?" I demand, prevarication, I do not know, I've never made one. I hear all the strange fear and fascination that give me the things you have never experienced, but in the end I say yes. Palmanova, Udine, stop in Villa Santina: get out, I retreat to the line, I try to order something. "We take coffee together?" I do what I work on the secretary who has always seemed a little support. I look at the clock: it is precisely the time that usually the meeting in the bar of my job. I agree, and we chat a bit, 'I drink coffee that has given me: for some reason this seems to me much good. And then, the organizer provides the latest details, the road is clear, it seems that so far everything is well prepared, hopefully good!
Here we arrived, hooray, but the snow is beautiful! I get off the bus, fatigue recovery and ski boots, ski pass is also in place, try your luck. I realize that I'm almost trembling: it will be great for the cold or the excitement of starting numbers for this I had to wear? "Excuse me, a question: how many degrees we have?" "Minus 24" she replies almost proudly plant workers, the more I shudder at the thought. "But who made me do?" I wonder, but I try to resist. It goes on: chair, the test ride on the runway is too leaning, cold, emotion, feeling something else. Among strangers I see pectoral that of a friend, reassured us a little bit, trying to cheer vicenda.E 'the moment of the competition were put in a chair, get down, brake, try to turn, my group, I am waiting anxiously to be my turn. "Hello? Via "Start me up and down, go down better and faster than I can, how exciting! Disarray a bit ', miraculously recovered and eventually reached the bottom Now I'm happy, I've done, I'm safe. "What is my time?" asked with curiosity, but then I realize that I do not care that much.
But, but that is cold! We meet almost all the bars in the country. A toast among US-based punch, discusses the race and the difficulty of the course, you sfotte each other, but without malice, there is a lot of joy among the people. Lunch: not bad, but now what? But let's move my gosh! The -20 degrees now seem silly for these hardened heroes Siberians, and then there's the ski.pass which cost a lot, the track that still do not know, friends who invite me to ski with them. As you can opt out of this for a while 'to cold? It means that I warm in the office tomorrow.
16.30, everything went very well, come on, the bus is leaving. "You see? La Triestina drew away, and you how did you get?" I asked. No, I got one of the first, but I got the medal I feel beautiful, and then maybe next time will be better.
This organizer gives you more to do, now offers the classic Bingo with prizes. Gladly buy two folders, a sign the numbers came out, that suspense, I'm missing one for the raffle. Too bad, I did not win, but never mind. I'm feeling at ease, I'm almost amused.
Gemona Stop in, eat pizza. While I eat, I note: that today seem different from the usual various colleagues and acquaintances have even thought of doing a general table, together.
recovered in coach for the last tear. There is still a gimmick: a round of jokes. No, I do not want to participate, I have a little 'in this regard. "Ah, how beautiful is this" - "I've never heard this" And the clerk usually always so serious, well told her. But I could not groped too, saying that the other day I was so pleased? But yes, I go, I find the courage to undertake, and even I can not falter in Final liked it to others, I smile and I consider one of them. Now I feel warm, it may be excessive heating, or maybe a few drinks too many, or who knows what it is.
"Where are we?" I close the application. I look out and see my sea. "We have arrived at Barcola," I reply, a little 'surprise. Time has passed in a flash: we're back in court Ulpian, we arrived! I do not know why, but I almost regret.
go down, I gather my things, fraternal greeting people this morning did not know existed, and again in the evening cold boot the machine back home. The engine growls cold, but my heart still turns well but it is still hot, hot.
