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3. lekcija za (skoraj) slavne / (Almost)-Celebrity Lesson Nr. 3

Ko se po koncu turnirja vrneš domov, pred spanjem vedno izklopi telefon(e)!

Zaključek turnirja pri meni navadno poteka nekako takole: zadnji dan tekmovanja smo že od zgodnjih jutranjih/dopoldanskih ur »na nogah« oz. v dvorani, kjer, če imam srečo, igram do finalnih obračunov in nato čakam še na podelitev, ki se zna zavleči v pozno popoldne ali večer. Nato je na vrsti obvezna večerja z zabavo, kjer tudi že kar slovim po tem, da jih zapuščam med zadnjimi in neredko se zgodi tudi to, da pred odhodom samo na hitro spakiram, ne da bi sploh šla spat. Potem nas čaka še nič manj naporna pot domov, kjer me navadno pričakajo najzvestejši navijači, da proslavimo morebitne medalje. In ko tako po kakih 36-40 urah brez spanja ali hrane zvečer doma samo še padeš v posteljo in si želiš, da se vsaj kak dva dneva ne bi zbudil, se upoštevanje zgornjega pravila izkaže še za kako dobrodošlo.

Manj usodna (a zato enako neprijetna) posledica kršenja je v najboljšem primeru to, da te (čim bolj zgodaj, da seveda ne bi pozabila) pokličeta vsaj eden ali dva sorodnika, ki jima ti prejšnji dan ni uspelo osebno čestitati. Ti so navadno še posebej navdušeni in polni energije, tebi pa uspe (precej neprepričljivo) izdaviti samo kakšen »ne, seveda me niste zbudili… hvala… ja, super je bilo…«. Od tod tudi množina v telefonih zgoraj, kajti če želiš kaj takega preprečiti, je zares pomembno, da izklopiš VSE telefone v stanovanju, saj imajo sorodniki na voljo tudi številke stacionarcev, ki te ne samo zbudijo ampak tudi vržejo iz postelje.

Še slabše pa je, če tvoj regeneracijski spanec prekinejo novinarji. Teh namreč, prvič, ne moreš odpraviti z nekaj (pol) stavki, drugič pa se kaj lahko zgodi, da tvoj »prekrokani« glas in ne ravno koherentni odgovori  v živo prenašajo na (nacionalnem) radiu… In ker tudi tokrat dokazov rajši ne bom objavljala, mi boste morali pač verjeti na besedo

When you come home from a tournament, always switch off the phone(s) before going to bed!

The end of a tournament for me usually goes as follows: on the last day of the competition we’re up and in the venue since early morning, where, if I’m lucky, I play all to the final stages and then wait for the medal ceremony, which often ends only late in the afternoon/evening. Then of course there’s the dinner party and I have a reputation of always being one of the last ones “standing”, quite often I don’t even go to bed before packing my bags quicky and going home. The trip is no less tiring and I’m usually received by my most loyal fans to celebrate when I return. So when I then after about 36-40 hours with no food or sleep fall into bed, wishing not to wake up for at least a day or two, following the rule above comes in very handy.

A les fatal (but equally unpleasant) consequence of not having done so is that (as early in the morning as possible, of course, so they don’t forget about it) you’re called by one or two of the relatives who didn’t manage to congratulate you in person the day before. Those are usually extremely cheerful and full of energy while all you (more or less unconvincingly) manage to say is something like “no, of course you didn’t wake me up… thank you… yes, it was great…”. This is also why I wrote “phoneS” – plural above, because the relatives usually posess landline home phone numbers, in which case their call doesn’t just wake you up but also throws you out of bed.

But it’s even worse if your recovery sleep gets interrupted by some media representative. Those, first of all, you can’t get rid of with just a few (half)sentences, and secondly it can easily happen that your “morning voice” and not exactly coherent answers are being broadcast live on a (national) radio station… And since I have no interest to back this post up with a proof this time either, you’ll just have to take my word for it