As I have said before, there are times of the year when we seem to live on Bill Murray’s groundhog day, today he is one of them. I am living again on an Orthodox Easter Sunday in the Balkans. It’s an atypical day in Skopje; nobody in the streets, shops and closed markets (even rarer) and a deafening silence in the center of the capital that reminds me of that movie by Amenábar (“Abre los ojos”, 1997). In the Viber group of the team the messages of “Happy Easter” and similar things that I do not always understand but that do not fail when there is a religious festival in between do not stop sounding. All very polite
This week that ends we have had concentration with the national teams. Most of the players have gone to their country to train with the sele and, the lucky ones, to play the corresponding matches. Those who have had more luck have still been able to travel home and enjoy a free weekend. And then there are those of us who have stayed where we are, training two and three times a day with the national team and Rk Vardar, like me. I want to tell you a detail that catches my attention, because for the educated, the Russians. They have a “culture” worthy of admiration. When the training ends, the players take turns to collect all that has been left of garbage, balls, breastplates, etc., both on the track and in the locker room. Among them, they are called in the most educated way possible, for example: our captain Daniil Shiskariev, when he addresses the coach, does not call him Eduard Kokcharov, but Eduard Alexandrovich. Thanks to my Russian lessons I learned that when you introduce yourself you have to use your name, in my case David, followed by your father’s name, which would be Daniel + ovich. That is, here David Danielovich. That is why children are never called as parents.
After seven months working with the Russian Handball Federation, today I decided to publish it on LinkedIn. I have received some congratulations for my new position and I have been reviewing the three concentrations that we have had during the season in October, December and now, in April, and I feel lucky.
Tomorrow we start the preparation of the Final Four of the Seha Gazprom League to be played in Skopje next weekend (13-15.04), but that will be part of another entry. Happy Catholic Easter – Orthodox “Catort”.
Our arrival in China and the first round of recognition of the Olympic Village. Some of the people who watch my videos have complained that there is always music and they do not hear the comments. In this we are heard;)
Más de veinte años jugando al balonmano, los últimos 15 de forma profesional, y no quiero colgar las zapatillas sin dejar mi huella personal en la web, la notaría histórica del siglo XXI. Quiero compartir mi vida profesional y una parte de mi vida privada en un proyecto diseñado para ajustarse a mi personalidad, a mi forma de ser, y quiero ser yo mismo quien lo impulse. Quiero siempre tantas cosas… soy así y así quiero mostrarme en esta página.