Saturday - 09.08 The Tournament
Saturday morning began far too early. The fog still hung over the fields, and the meadows were drenched in morning dew.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ9NymagMww6
I still had the taste of coffee on my tongue as I walked to the stable. Although it was still summer, I still held my fleece jacket tightly against my body.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡecyWlMGItF
The tiredness still lingered in my pores. It was too early for me and made me doubt, once again, whether riding in competitions was really what I wanted to do with my whole life. As always, when it started so early.
David was already in the stable, as were Hassan and Nila. If I was lucky, my horses were already ready. I could even kiss them every time! After all, you didn't always get that kind of service everywhere.
Soft music reached my ears, mingling with the rustling of straw and footsteps in the stable aisle as I entered. David was, as always when it was time for a tournament, in a great mood, whistling along softly to the songs and whirling around the stable with the ease I always wished for in the morning.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWXp8dYoiot
Hassan shuffled across the aisle at least as tiredly as I was and yawned as he raised his hand in greeting.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡpA7HD23TTj
I nodded to him. This man was my spirit animal!35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡsceQGwdoEd
In the small tie-up stall, Nila was already tying up one of my horses. The little brown horse certainly didn't make it easy for her, constantly jerking his head up and shifting from one hoof to the other.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6sezXk3fOs
"Good morning," mumbled Oleg, who had stopped next to me. "It's going to be a tiring day. David said you have to go to a farmers' meeting in the evening?"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIP0vmiuDro
I nodded. "I don't know if I'll go. Maybe I'll be so tired that I'll fall asleep in front of the TV."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ7OxbPZavwU
He laughed throatily. "Well, don't let the boy go alone. That only brings bad luck."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtwuxKuupY6
"Superstition I don't understand, or is there more to it?"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJwqNNnDRp
Oleg shrugged. "Gut feeling!"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbLvdanfQuN
"Okay. I'll think about it, and otherwise the three of us will just watch the Saturday thriller." Lying comfortably on the sofa, wrapped in a blanket, sounded a thousand times better than sitting in a stuffy pub, listening to whining about subsidies and grain harvests. "Is everything packed yet?"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSQCWGnNQD6
"The young lady arrived late. Everything's packed!" Oleg grinned and winked at me. "Only Pola's bread is missing."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6HcpYtg3dr
"Good, then I guess I'll go back into the house!" What a hint, that I'd otherwise be in the way. Thanks, Oleg.
When we arrived at the riding club's grounds, the sun was already high in the sky. We parked between private trailers and vans, and I only spotted one other truck, a sales and breeding stable. What a shame. I preferred riding against professionals rather than people who were just there for fun and then looked annoyed when I was better than them. It was unfair, too.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaDcoxBnLK4
Hassan gave me a scrutinizing look. We were standing with the horses, and David was getting ready for the first test. "Why do you look so thoughtful?"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡT8Bvu7vhwl
I shrugged. "I just thought it was unfair that we were competing here. Look around. Most people are here for fun."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEgH1PIbLcw
"So? We have to make money. Placed horses sell better than unplaced horses. I always think that at shows like this, maybe someone will find their new companion in one of my horses."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOfBn2pKA81
I liked the idea, too, and was always happy when someone came up to me after a show and asked if the horse was for sale and how much we were willing to sell it for. Still, I didn't really think it was that good.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡG1KR3jmnz8
Riders passed us. Some stared conspicuously at Hassan, even though he looked perfectly normal in his white show clothes. I didn't like the atmosphere!35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡhS9324QTA7
I looked for David's gaze, but he was far too preoccupied with his horse to notice my doubts.
Even as we stood at the fence, eagerly watching David's round, the staring didn't improve. I wanted to grab Hassan and tell him we were going home, but he would never back down! He stood beside me, strikingly upright. His shoulders squared and as proud as ever.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6foC6qSVZz
While I wanted to sink into myself, he openly defied me. How I admired him for it!35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡeVoAtLe55a
35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2VvmhrjZSk
It got even worse when Hassan rode. His horse for this M-level show jumping competition was a beautiful bay, with such correct foundations that riding it could only be fun.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEBUCxy8XnZ
As soon as he was announced, a murmur went through the crowd. Quiet, like an ominous whisper. I immediately sank deeper into my fleece jacket, as if it was my protective shield. Still, that murmur crept under my skin, into my bones. It gripped me and made me shiver.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡIhG16GkPf9
Nila stood next to me. She pressed her lips together tensely and kept her gaze fixed on Hassan, who was greeting the judges and waiting for the bell.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡILYDxzfnet
My heart was pounding in my throat. 35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWX4WJY4jD7
The bell rang out, and he cantered off. Smooth, beautiful strides toward the first jump. It looked so easy, the way only someone who loved what he did could make it appear. The bay horse leaped. Clean, still with plenty of air, but Hassan sat as loosely as some of the amateur riders could only wish for. Nila breathed a sigh of relief.
And then it happened.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0zMDCtsrXX
The bay horse was just getting back up and Hassan was riding him forward toward the next jump when the booing started. At first it only came from one corner, and then more and more joined in.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrBzqZZOYlY
Hassan didn't notice; he rode as always. Focused, correct, and above all, forward. He was with the horse.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ542FjYvaH3
It got louder with every jump.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡew4RjbB3NP
Nila grabbed the beam and her fingers dug deep into the wood.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡcQR1OdJv6j
Tears burned in my eyes. A bitter taste spread across my tongue. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream. Tell these idiots to shut up. I felt helpless. I wanted it to stop! Hassan rode well! Better than most of the others here. He didn't deserve this! Why were they doing this?
Hassan pulled away after clearing the last jump. Dazed, he blinked into the stands. With wide-open eyes, he searched for me and Nila, who were still helplessly watching these people trying to take away his achievement.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡbQiu5nF13V
Nobody did anything! Nobody said anything!35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZIT88GB42T
Hassan was completely pale as he rode out of the arena. Nila lunged. I was paralyzed. His shoulders slumped, his hands trembled.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡQYLWq4thFp
Something about a clear round blared from the loudspeakers, despite the audience's displeasure. Displeasure—what a lousy word for that!35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡdKKXXGP2wH
35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡnKQO6msN6s
Only slowly did I come to life. I squeezed through the crowd, hurried after Nila, who was already running. My heart was pounding. Who was responsible for this? Anger gripped me, mingling with worry for Hassan.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡZybysMhxkQ
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw David, his face bright red, arguing with the organizer, who was getting smaller and paler by the minute.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡr3bZxwtbcR
Hassan looked lost. He should have been beaming, grinning from ear to ear, delighted with his achievement, but he just looked shaken.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUpljZSAzxk
My heart sank.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjdLZZhniAf
Nila was standing beside him. She had placed a hand on his forearm and was talking to him quietly. Her gaze darted nervously toward the spectators, as if she expected some of them to pounce on him at any moment. I wanted to say how sorry I was that he should have stayed home, but I couldn't. I wanted to hug him and reassure him that everything would be okay, but wouldn't that be lying to him?
"We're going!" David's voice came through to me, loud and firm. "We don't support this fascism!"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡiUi96ILHBx
The organizer flinched. "I'm really sorry..."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡh2MlWA12Lw
"Oh yeah? Then why do they want to remove him from their ranking?" David took another step closer to the stocky man, who immediately shrank even further.35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFW1qiB0EdW
"I... We..."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2YNvEOlixs
"Yes?"35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡp3WQMpS4eN
"We're afraid of riots."35Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡf7JPGvVLMk
"Riots at a horse show. I've never laughed harder!" David shook his head dismissively and looked at me. "Hanni, get Hassan and Nila, we're going!" He turned back to the organizer. His smile became more charming, more dangerous. I should really intervene, but I didn't see the point! Not after what had just happened. "Of course we want our entry fee back. I expect they'll refund us as a matter of course, won't they?"
As I mechanically followed Hassan and Nila, only one question echoed in my head. Was this just the beginning? Or just an unfortunate isolated incident?
ns216.73.216.82da2
