It’s now a running joke amongst the group, and it might sound weird to the outsider. Basically it means ”Nice Emma”, or ”good”. But… There’s always a but.. I happened to mention that it reminded me of German porn.
Where the guys go ”Aaah, schön, schön” etc, etc. You get the picture.
Apparently I must have been mistaken (or there was some very weird stuff I happened to watch), ’cause the gang told me no, no, they don’t say ”schön” in those movies. But now everyone thinks it’s very funny to say ”Schön” all the time.
So the last two days there’s been a lot of schön going on. Other than that we’ve worked on defense against gun threats/attacks, stick attacks, knife threats/attacks and more. I must say, it’s real fun being here with this crew – ’cause we’re getting a lot (A LOT) of new ideas. Everything from warm ups and stretching, to games, to summerizing drills, to ways of teaching the techniques. We learn by teaching, and learn from each other.
Steal with pride is a very good expression, and yo guys in Karlstad – I’ve got some real nice treats to try when I get back! (oops, I almost wrote ”threats”, well, I guess that works just the same)
Some of the techniques are still pretty new for me. Not brand new, it’s just that I haven’t trained on them for that long, so they’re not ”in my spine yet” as we would say in Sweden. Sometimes I get frustrated. Especially since I’m training with the most ”fluent”, efficient, and fast-as-a-weasel guy that was ever made in China (no, sorry, Uzbekistan). Yeah Dima, that’s you – you’re fucking brilliant in case I don’t say it that often. Most of the time I just hit you on the head.
But – there’s a but here too – some of the techniques are starting to make their way into my body, making me a bit faster in decision making and acting/reacting. It’s a helluva feeling – and I like it! Schön Emma!
Last night all of us went out, to a diner with bio-burgers. Ergo, environmentally friendly meat. It was not only environmentally good, it was also good. Period.
I’m realizing that I really have to change my dietary habits when I get back to Sweden. Burgers, fries, pizza, kebab, take outs, chips and chocolates is slowly turning me into a pimple covered bag of dough. With loads of bruises, but that’s not from the food.
My grandmother is already horrified by the fact that I train Krav. I really hope no one shows her any pictures from here. I’m sure as hell not going to go see her for a week or two. Or three..
Thursday in pics
We’ve turned from football in the mornings to something between volleyball and handball – trying to keep the ball in the air as long as we can. This morning they got to 129 – and, enter Emma..
Dima’s getting a bit of a helping hand with his high side kicks.
Nico and Iris!
Dima and Bernis!
Emma and Markus!
Another fun way of doing pushups.
Guns, guns, guns!
Are you in the mood for a really horny guy? (rough translation)
Markus telling a real funny fork story. Yep, they’ve got fork stories in Germany.
Friday in pics:
I’m not a morning person. Dima’s definitely NOT a morning person.
Today’s lunch – döner kebab.
The school where we’re residing.
Mainz on a beautiful autumn evening.
Didn’t know what looked best – with or without flash.
It’s pretty awful anyway…
Unt the legs..
Peace out suckers!
Thursday’s word/s: Normal weiter laufen (run normally)
Todays word/s: es muss nicht schnell gehen (it doesn’t have to go fast) (note: not in correlation with Thurday’s words)