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3 September 2005


Training

People walked slowly along the pavement, passing cafés and boutiques, as they went shopping or on other errands. The houses along the street were old and richly ornamented. In the walls, above the doors, you could see medieval coats of arms, most of which were still in a good shape.

I was excited. Six months in training in Edinburgh. It was the beginning of January and I still had many months to go. The town was nice and atmospheric. There were so many small details that I'd always find something new to look at. Sari was in Sheffield. I could visit her any time I liked.

The rays of the morning sun reached the outdoor terraces of the cafés. I rode with my bicycle along the shopping street. I passed through a vaulted arch and turned left to a less crowded street. The town wasn't very big, so in a while I was out of the centre in a more open space.

Approaching the country side, the street turned muddy. I had to be careful not to fall down. The school was in the outskirts of the town, in the middle of a field.

I turned to a small tractor road. I went slowly until I reached a narrow path. The path turned right, at the end of which there was the school. I rose from my bike in order to walk the rest of the way.

Taking the bicycle along the path I paid attention to the fact that my bike was very dirty. Particularly the front wheel was muddy. And the mud smeared the Wienerschnitzels that were piled on the field. There were schnitzels as far as the eye could reach covering the entire field. The pieces of meat had been arranged in an upward position, side by side one after another, so that it looked like the meat was growing up from the soil.

The golden brown crusts of the meat made the scenery look like it was August. The tires of my bike left dirty traces to the brown crusts.

The schnitzels were to be served for lunch in the school. You had to take a piece from the field by yourself, put it in the plate in a tray, and then queue in a line. I wanted to take as large and good-looking a piece as possible. But in some you had part of the crust fallen off, and some were smeared with mud.