Opa Johan On The Olympics 2012
I missed the relay of
Bolt’s phenomenal run on TV. However, I didn’t repent it, instead I got the
beautiful gold medal sailing boat race of women, you know? What excitement,
what a joy, delight to the eye. And I thought of skiers sailing on snow, ballet
dancing on ice and of sailing in the sky among the clouds with hang gliders.
But worst, most stupid
of all is the walking race - if it still exists -, as it forces the athletes to
walk unnaturally, clumsily.
And there were the
charming, dreamlike little fairies
dancing on the floor, bars, ..., mermaids diving from the springboards, dancing
in the water.
And there was a close
up view before the start of a lovely smiling girl, Sarah Attar of Saudi Arabia.
And I saw a forced smile that turns into a grin on a beautiful face, but hers
was so natural, she was unaware of it.
She ran the 800 m and
was left so far behind. But she persevered while it were much easier to drop
out. She ran, as I picture her, - in long sleeves, not in shorts – not an
athlete but a lady in full dress with her scarf as jilbab to reach laughing the
finish last. Yet, the audience welcomed her with standing ovation in honor of
her courage.
And I saw the champions
raised, hugged and kissed. What about the fallen heroes in the fiercest battle?
Do they, does she not earn, deserve a kiss and a hug? Even more so. Don’t you
think so?
I could feel, share
their joys were they winning a gold medal or not winning any medal at all and
the pride of them to participate in the Olympics. I could love any athlete, any
country but most of all as I saw this unnoticed small girl who played table
tennis among many other lovely participants, saw her poor, plain appearance, her
uncombed hair but her eyes were shining so determined, she never gave up,
... And I saw myself pictured in her.
And in praise of, ...
no, not her, Ding Ning, but me, I’ll tell you, you little fool, of - from the
outside -, a scarecrow, yet from the inside am I a prince. Ha. Ha. Aren’t you
very proud of your husband? So now kiss me. That’s what you owe me.
August 2012
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