reede, 15. august 2014

English version of Italian trip



In order to tell you everything frankly, I have to start from scratch. On a nice day of July after the European Championships, my mailbox surprised me with an invitation from Italia to participate on the first European Cup on rifle shooting. As I found it very interesting, I started to look for a company for this adventure. After some chasing there was a gang of Rivo, Kristo and me ready to take this challenge in Italy. In addition, a Latvian guy Einars also joined us.
The competition was carried out in a way of which we still did not have any idea how should it look like. Mountain sheep from a distance of 200 m and 2 * 4 shots as well as target shooting from free stick - , this was our understanding from Instructions in Italian. In addition, 50 m pig, but again, target size unknown.. Again, 2 * 4 shots. Furthermore, standing European targets and only 4 shots in series, ie 2 * 16 shots. Ranking in each separately and together. In any case, me as a rifle shooter, I was really exited.. The only thing was that we lacked enough information to prepare, so better prepared ourselves to welcome everything known and unexpected.
The day before our journey started, we were surprised that travelling with weapons requires a bunch of extra money, including the fact that Italy prepared to charge us in two-three times more than would be acceptable. Luckily, the situation was solved thanks to one nice person – my appreciation to him – who borrowed us a case for three guns + we somehow managed to get a return coupon for taking weapons to the aircraft.. Indeed, we managed to pack our three weapons to one suitcase after taking them into smaller pieces. Anyway, the airlines threatened us with times higher taxes. At the same time, Rivo insisted us to rent a small yellow Italian car for local driving. So I did.
After landing in Milan, the local police were very interested about suitcase. Nevertheless, after thorough checking we were free to look for car rental. A lady in the car rental after identification of the gang, finally found a car we had been booked. - Lancia Ypsilon. She looked at the papers, looked at us, looked at papers again, and us…. I have never seen before that one can make sooooo big eyes. Rivo and Kristo are not just short guys. Then she asked whether we had some luggage. We showed our luggage including our super suitcase with guns (fortunately she didn’t know the content). The even bigger eyes covered her whole face … and she offered us a list of other cars – for more money, of course. Freaks as we are, we remained to our booked yellow one. The next step always accompanies with attractive offers. Then she tried to convince us to take some additional insurance as the current self-liability was € 3,000 (hey, it's 2/3 from the price of that car!), in addition, there are many thieves and dangerous drivers you are in Italy! No, not this time. We left without multiplying the rental price. Then a presentation of existing damages on the car were introduced and we were free to go.
Well, the car was an experience.. First, it was not yellow. Second, if Kristo would have been lying next to the car, he would seemed to be as long as the car.. Third, the width was not a problem – there wasn’t any. But there were many traces and scratches on the car.. Back to the lady, who had resized her eyes to normal. After she made the corrections to the booking papers (about the scratches and traces on the car) and was just keeping hoping that my credit card holds its value. The suitcase fitted to the car precisely ... when I was driving. Well, maybe I was the right person to drive in this crazy traffic – I can handle Italian temper well enough. Ok, driving, hotel and the receptionist, who, by the way, made as big eyes as the lady in the car rental, when she saw our car turning to the entry of the hostel, and sweet sleeping time could be started.
In addition to the typical ‘forever preserved’ breakfast components (bread, milk and pudding, that can be used for the whole month), we were offered even oranges and apples as well as qualitative capsule coffee machine and an opportunity to make fresh orange juice. Useful ... and speeds up digestion.

Shooting range was perfect -, we were just walking around with positively surprised faces. It was really cool there. We found there at least 10 trap ranges, for shoot as well skeet
[K1] . Each trap was surrounded by glass walls and covered by roof. Thus, the spectators were not just separated, but they also had the competition possibility without violating their ears. View and maintenance were just excellent.
There were several rifle ranges - smaller and bigger ones as well as one for running boar. In the large range the target places in 100, 200, 300 and 400 m were equipped with cameras. There were 12 shooting places, all indoor and soundproof. Again, people behind the glass can enjoy the game in silence.
You could shoot only through a special hole, which was small enough eliminate a random shot. For fox shooting they installed a separate table where shooter could lay down. Each station was, of course, with own screen, where your results were presented immediately. Also, due to the hot climate, a compressed air was available you could stick the barrel, open the tap and rifle cools down immediately. Running boar was quite simple construction, but still it enabled to see the results right after shooting.
Targets. European targets were smaller than originals. 200 m sheep - black shapes, with some visible circles on some copies (as I experienced on training), but on some copies the circles were visible only with using a magnifying glass (happened to me on competition). Ranking area 10.5 cm, 2 cm area for ten points. Fortunately or not, supporting the front of the gun was allowed (not using stick).
Moving boar circles for 50 m target were quite small, 10 was about 5 cm smaller than it is normally for ISSF shooters.. Whole target area was 27-30 cm - almost half less than in Estonia. For shooting it was allowed to put rifle to shoulder only after asking for a target, but before any request for a target and an additional verification had to be made, "ready", "ready", "give". Or in local language: "pronto" from shooter, "pronto" from referee. If there was no checking ‘pronto’, no run started. Finally, the day was closed with an opening ceremony with a presentation of a trick shooter. Probably it wasn’t a day for ticks – only 50% were successful..
We continued the day in the old town of Bergamo searching for a new hotel and parking options followed by meeting with my colleague. Sergio made corrections to his weekend plans and spent the evening with us and introducing to us Italy, but also Estonia. We, Estonians, do not even notice that for many Europeans Estonia is clean and developed country where order rules and culture is highly enjoyable. One admires our progress and technology, at the same time in home country only stagnation is noticed...
But we know Italy as a country of culture and the cradle of culture rather mafia for Italians, also they rather see disorganization, corruption and the nasty immigrant's paradise and dirty the place to live. When we look at the ruins and old houses we saw a cradle of culture, Italians see dangerous places. When we enjoy Italian food Italians see disorganization, which hides the true Italian kitchen. Anyway, despite the country was shown us from another side of a coin, we still enjoyed Italy..
On the first day of the competition, shooting began exactly at 9 am (no confusion with start time!) with boar targets.. My competitor number was 13
J I reminded the scary small size of the boar target - first series included 6, 8, etc. ... why it has to be so hard??? Rivo and Kristo had better series. Only 4 shots were half of the exercise! We thought we could walk around a bit, but then discovered that we soon need to shoot 200 m targets. An Italian type of mess was still missing! This exercise was a light disaster for us – we were not prepared to see dark grey circles on black background on 200m… - this time our gut feeling was shooting. In the result of that guess, quite a number of shots were outside the circles. Damn, we should have been looked at the targets more carefully before the competition ... should Second shooting on 200 m was a bit better outcome, but obviously this distance requires more efforts on loading and releasing. In some later discussions it was discovered that different weather conditions require different solutions. A wisdom for next time. 8 shots and the whole exercise. In case of even, the density of shots matters.
After that it was time for our second chance for moving target. The shooter number 13 managed to keep Re required level, Rivo made also nice series, but not the same happened to Kristo. Results: running boar - , Rivo first, me seventh, Kristo was 17th. In 200 m but forget about our places - Einars became the second!.
Leaving the shooting range, there was a garage and next to that a restaurant – in the middle of nowhere! Despite our doubts were peeking in into the restaurant and ended up with a warm welcome by the ownerJ After all, we were his guests and we were most welcomed to go inside. Some wine? We have today ... Ahhh, what a food, but whatever, let’s try.. Ham and salami, followed by excellent ravioli, medium cooked horse meat, a good dessert and espresso. Everything for € 10 per person ... If anyone happens to go there around, you MUST go in and try the food.
Further on that day, we tested Lancia on the highways, visited weapons museum and Brescia castle. In highway, at 140 km/h Rivo had closed his eyes on fear. At 160 km/h I released the gas as the feeling of car collapse from vibrations was getting stronger and stronger. The castle was great and old, tons of armours and development of guns from swords until rifles of 1900s were exhibited, leaving aside the bows, cross bows and stone-throwing machine guns. Developing and inventing is still very complicated - we also saw strange inventions like 3 m long barrelled gun and the widening gun tube from cartoons. Exciting. Armed cocks mechanism, where the roosters on one axis, one after the other what kind of mysterious gun it should it be?
An evening walk in Bergamo and convincing that no vacant places for three Estonian guys were foreseen at that night.. Finally, we found one pizzeria and not very friendly faces of Rivo and Kristo when I was insisting them to go further and test some new beers. Previous tests were passed as 1:3 – one beer of three was good, others … sorry.
The second day of the competition started with my favourite exercise standing targets. The first three targets were ok, but the boar, damn boar. I haven’t had this kind of vibration in my hands for ages I hardly managed to keep the shape of the cross on the boar target - even eight seemed too small. Scary. Finally 153 from 160. Rivo got 158! Wow!. After the first round, we were among the top three - Rivo, Einars, me and Kristo was close enough. The second round was better, but still, I didn’t manage to get proper result. Second round was completed as Rivo, me and the rest. In fact, Kristo got a very good result - 5th place! By the end of a day, Rivo, who didn’t want to come over all, made a very good result – he won two exercises from three!
In total an Italian Paolo Pozzati won the competition, Rivo was second, Einars third, me fifth and Kristol ninth. It took a while before final ceremony started. Rivo were given three really big trophies as he would need a separate suitcase for them. Thank you, Sergio for helping us to organise these trophies to Estonia!
The afternoon led us to one of Sergio’s top five local pizza restaurants. We left our Lancia to his place and accommodated all of us into his car – two tall rabbits were sitting into back – the rally could begin - driving with 70-90 km/h in city and ‘slightly’ more on roads. We stopped in a big parking place in the middle of nowhere right after the feeling that finally we found a place with no human being in this country… Great pizza, nice company led us quickly into a very late of the night – why we had to leave already early in the morning?
After a slight adventure back to the hostel, noticing representatives of the oldest profession through the car window, we finally reached the hostel. Done with packing puzzle, we finally fall sleep – we had 2,5 hours left for sleeping. Oops, wrong alarm - after quick breakfast and wakeup coffee I realised that I woke up one hour earlier .. time zones...
Back at the airport, we experienced natural Italian reaction on our guns – “oh, the guns, you know how much trouble it is, what paperwork it requires!!” But the lady herself was really helpful and nice – a small panic was just her style to talk to us
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Change of flights in Frankfurt, 9 o'clock morning sausages with beer (have you made your morning drinking already?) and soon we landed in Estonia. Again, weapons together with all other luggage’s, but Estonian customs already knew that Estonians are rather decent with their weapons.

 [K1]Kaevikrada ja kaarrada?

kolmapäev, 13. august 2014

Lanciaga karikatejahil



Et kõik ausalt ära rääkida, pean ma alustama kohe päris algusest. Kenast suvalisest juulikuu päevast kohe peale Euroopa MV tagasi tulemist, kui minu kirjakasti hiilis kutse kaugelt itaaliamaalt. Nendel seal suur ja esimene Euroopa karikavõistlus kuulilaskmises. Igati huvitav see tundus ja seega asusin kompanjone reisile otsima. Mitmete kaalumiste ja keelitamiste tulemusena sain kampa Rivo ja Kristo. Lätist Einars oli ka nõus osalema.
Võistlus ise pidi toimuma moel, millest meil veel aimu polnud. Mägilammas 200 m kauguselt ja 2*4 lasku. Märkleht tundmatu ja juhendi järgi laskmine alpikepilt, nii me vähemasti välja lugesime. 50 m siga aga jälle märkleht seal tundmatu suurusega. Jälle 2*4 lasku. Ja VSS ainult 4 lasuliste seeriatega ehk 2*16 lasku. Arvestused koos ja eraldi. Igal juhul minusugusele paadunud kuulilaskurile põnev. Kahjuks oli märkide puudumisel koduseid trennivõimalusi vähe.
Reis kui selline algas päev enne reisi avastatud üllatusega, et relvadega reisides on hunnik lisaraha vaja maksta ja Itaalia puhul kohe mitmekordselt. Päästeingliks osutus lahendus laenatud kohver - tänud suurimad omanikule + kohalikust lennufirma kassast soetatud kupong relvade edasi tagasi sõiduks. Kolm relva mahtusid peale juppideks lammutamist ka kohvrisse. Lennufirma infoliin igatahes ähvardas palju suuremalt meid karistada. Reisi toimimise eelduseks oli Rivo tingimus, et kohapeal sõidame võimalikult väikse kollase Itaalia autoga. Seega sai ka selline broneeritud. 
Niisiis, maabutud Milanos, kohaliku politsei poolt üle antud ja koos nendega kontrollitud relvad ja marssisime autorenti. Tädi leti taga tuvastas nime ja leidiski paberitest auto, mida tahtsime. Lancia Ypsilon. Tädi vaatas pabereid, vaatas meid, vaatas pabereid ja veelkord meid. Ma pole enne näinud, et inimene saaks silmad niiii suureks teha. Nuh Rivo ja Kristo pole just kõige lühemad jupid mehed. Järgnes küsimus, kas meil ka pagasit on. Näitasime kohvreid, kaasa arvatud püssi oma. Nägu kadus silmade varju ja peale kerget kogumist pakkus ta meile teisi autosid. Põikpäised, nagu me oleme, tuli ikka seesama asi ära proovida. Järgmine samm oli see, mis pea alati soodsate pakkumistega kaasneb. Võtke ikka lisakindlustus, sest praegune jätab omavastutuseks 3000€ (kuulge, see on vast 2/3 tolle panni hinnast) ja varguseid on palju ja sõitmine ohtlik - ikkagi Itaalia. Jäi seekord rendihinna mitmekordistamine tegemata. Järgnes paberil tutvustamine autol juba olevate kahjustustega ja võisime minna.
Oi, auto nägemine oli elamus. Ei olnud kollane. Kui Kristo auto kõrvale pikali visanuks, tunduks ta auto pikkune. Laiusega ei olnud ka probleeme, seda lihtsalt ei olnud. Aga mida oli, olid mitmed jäljed autokerel. Taastunud silmamunadega tädi sai raskelt ohates teha korrektsioonid paberitesse ja minul säilis lootus, et peale reisi ei tühjendata mu krediitkaarti. Kohver mahtus täpselt sisse ... kui roolis olin mina. Eks ma oma temperamendi poolest sobisin ka selle maa liiklusesse. Ehk... Hotell, teenindaja, kel olid juba loomupäraselt sama suured silmad kui rendifirma tädil meie autosoovi tõdedes ja väsimus meid niitiski.
Meie hosteli tüüpi peatuspaigas oli lisaks tüüpilisele ülikaua säilivale hommikusöögiks pakutavale keemiale (saiakesed mitmel moel, kuu avatuna säiliv piim ja puding) ka apelsine ja õunu, täiesti pädev kapslikohvi masin ning võimalus teha värsket apelsinimahla. Kasulik ... Ja seedimist kiirendav.


Tiiru leidsime kenasti ja kohale jõudes tegime pärani silmil seal jalutuskäigu. Niivõrd lahe tiir tundus seal. Vähemasti 10 rada, mille peamiseks harjutuseks kaevikrada ning lisavõimaluseks kaarrada. Iga rada kenasti klaasiga ümbritsetud ja katusega kaetud. Seega pealtvaatajad mitte ainult ei olnud eraldatud, vaid ka vaatamisvõimalus oli tagatud ilma kõrvu rikkumata. Vaade ja korrashoid olid suurepärased, hakka või ise haavlilaskuriks :)
Vintrelva tiire oli mitu - väiksem, suurem ja searada. Suures tiirus olid kaameratega märgijooned 100, 200, 300 ja 400 m peal, 12 laskekohta, kõik siseruumides ning mürasummutusega kaetud seinadega. Pealtvaatajad taas klaasi taha eraldatud.
Laskmine käis läbi laskeava, mis oli piisavalt väike, et piirata juhusliku lasu teekonda ning rebase asendi jaoks paigaldati eraldi veidi kaldus laud laskeava kõrgusele. Igal laskekohal oli muidugi lisaks ka ekraan, kus oma tulemust näha sai. Kuna kaugele laskmine on palavas kliimas tundlik teema olid tiiru kahes ääres suruõhutorud – pistad otsa relvarauda, avad kraani ja püss jahtub kui nõiaväel. Searada oli kerge nökats ühel relsil, kuid see sõitis peale laskuri ees sõitmist ka laskurite kõrvale, kus laskur koos kohtunikega kohe ka tulemust nägi.
Märklehed. VSS - veidi väiksemad märgid, kui me neid Eestis kasutame. 200 m lammas - must kuju, milledest osadel eksemplaridel oli näha ka ringe (treeningpäeval minul) ning osadel nägi neid vaid luubiga lähedalt vaadates (minul võistluse ajal). Kogu tabamisala 10,5 cm, kümne ala 2 cm. Õnneks või kahjuks oli laskmine relva esiosa toetades.
50 m liikuva sea lehel olid aga ringid üsna peeneks aetud, 10 oli igatahes väiksem kui sportlaskmisel kasutataval märgil 5 cm. Siga ise ka paras põrsas, seega tuli tabada 27-30 cm ala – pea poole väiksemat kui Eestis tavaks. Lastes võis relva peale küsimist õlga panna, kuid enne iga küsimist tuli teha kontrollküsimine: "valmis", "valmis", "anna". Õigemini "pronto" laskuri ja "pronto" nupuvajutaja poolt. Niikui jäi kontrollküsimine ära, ka märki ei antud. Eks ta harjumist nõudis ja nii mõnegi segadusse ajas. Treeningpäeva lõpetuseks tuli avamistseremoonia koos trikilaskuri esinemisega. See vist ei olnud päris trikipäev aga pooled trikid tulid jälle hästi välja.
Meie õhtu jätkus Bergamo vanalinnas uut hotelli otsides, parkimise variante leiutades ning seejärel kohtumisega minu kolleegiga. Sergio oli meie pärast oma nädalavahetuse plaanid segi keeranud ning veetis õhtu meile Itaaliat tutvustades, Eestit muidugi ka. Ega me ju ise märka, et paljude eurooplaste jaoks on Eesti igati puhas ja arenenud koht, kus on kord ja kultuur ja muidugi puhtus. Seega kadestatakse meie arengut ja tehnoloogiat ning ikka nähakse omamaist seisakut.
Aga Itaalia, see, mida meie teame kui kultuuri ja kultuuri hälli on nende jaoks hoopis maffia, korralagedus, korruptsioon, vastikute sisserändajate paradiis ja üldse räpane koht. Meie vaatame varemeid ja vanu maju kui kultuuri hälli, nemad näevad ohtlikke piirkondi. Meie kiidame Itaalia sööki nemad näevad korralagedust, kus tõeline Itaalia on varjul. Hoolimata riigist ka teise pildi nägemisest meile igatahes Itaalia meeldis.
Esimene võistluspäev, laskmine algas täpselt kell 9:00 (ei mingit lõunamaist segadust algusega) ja meie alustasime seaga. Sain oma seljale kena numbri 13. Väike seamärk vähemasti mind kuklas hirmutamas, esimene seeria, 6, 8, jne ... ohh kui raske. Rivo ja Kristo tegid korralikumad seeriad ja oligi esimene pool läbi. 4 lasku oli ühest harjutusest pool! Omast arust võisime nüüd natuke ringi jalutada kuniks avastasime, et peame juba ruttu 200 m rajale minema. No miski Itaaliapärane segadus ju pidi olema. See harjutus oli meie jaoks kerge õnnetus, sest kuidagi ei näinud, kus pagan need ringid on ja vaid oletasime sihtimiskohta. Päris mitu oletust sattusid väljapoole ringe. Pagan, oleks pidanud märke veel täpsemalt uurima ... Oleks.. Mõne aja pärast uuesti 200 m, seekord juba veidi parema tulemusega, kuid silmnähtavalt tuleb selle distantsi jaoks laadimise ja laskmisega enam vaeva näha. Hiljem laskuritega vesteldes tuli ka välja, et erinevate temperatuuridega töötavad erinevad lahendused paremini. Eks järgmine kord teame. 8 lasku ja kogu võistlus. Võrdse tulemuse korral leitakse paremus laskude tiheduse järgi.
Ja oligi aeg lasta teine kord liikuvat märki. Laskur 13 suutis püsida märgis, Rivo teha kena seeria ja Kristol läks vähe kehvemini. Tulemused. Jooksev siga, Rivo esimene, mina 7. Lammas, unustame omad kohad, kuid Einars tuli teiseks. Kristo jäi 17. kohale.
Tiirust välja sõites oli tee kõrval miski töökoja hoov ja selle juures silt restoran. Hoolimata kõhklustest piilusime ukse vahelt sisse, söögiriistade klõbin. Meie mõttepaus õues päädis peremehe väljatulekuga. Me olime ju tema külalised ja pidime sisse minema. Veini? Meil on täna ... Phuhh, on alles toidud, aga eks proovime. Sink ja salaami, järgnemas suurepärased ravioolid, medium küpsetusega hobuseliha, hea magustoit ja espresso. 10€ nägu... Kui mõni lugeja sinnakanti satub, siis minge tühja kõhuga ja kindlasti läbi.
Edasi sisustas me päeva Lancia test kiirteel ja Brescia kindluse ning relvamuuseumi külastus. 140 km/h juures oli Rivo juba ammu silmad hirmust sulgenud, 160 juures lasin gaasi maha, sest tekkis tunne, et masin laguneb sõidul ära. Suur ja tore kindlus, pea tonni jagu raudrüüsid sees, relvade areng mõõgast 1900 aasta püssideni, jättes kõrvale vibud, ammud ja kiviheitemasinad-kahurid. Arendamine ja leiutamine ongi keerulised ja seega nägi ikka väga imemoodi leiutisi - näiteks 3 m pikkuse rauaga püssi ja multikast nähtud eest laieneva toruga relva. Põnev. Relva kukkede mehhanism, kus kuked ühel teljel üksteise järel – mis imerelv selle all peaks käima?
Õhtune jalutuskäik Bergamos ja avastus, et just sobival söögiajal ei ole seal ju mitte vabu kohti. Vähegi normaalsetena tunduvates söögikohtades siis. Lõpuks üks õnnetu pizzakoht ning reisikaaslaste peavangutused minu järjekordsele püüdele testida veel mõnda põnevat ja pigem kohalikku õlut. Senised testid olid lõppenud tulemusega 3/1, st tellitud kolmest eri õllest 1 oli hea ja ülejäänud ... huvitavad…
Teine võistluspäev. VSS, minu ala ju. Esimesed kolm märki olid ok, kuid siga, pagana siga. Mul pole sellist vibratsiooni juba mitu aastat olnud - rist püsis vaevu sea kuju piirkonnas, kuid isegi 8 ring tundus jube väike. Hirmus. 153/160-st, Rivo aga lõi oma 158 silmaga kõik pahviks. Esimese ringi järel olime esikolmikus Rivo, Einars, mina ja meil praktiliselt kannul Kristo. Teine ring oli värinaid vähem, kuid korralikke laske seal ei tulnudki, minul siis. Rohkem vääratasid Einars ja Kristo ning lõpetasimegi järjestuses Rivo, mina ja siis ülejäänud. Tegelikult läks Kristol ka kenasti – ikkagi 5. koht! Poolvägisi kaasa meelitatud Rivo osutus aga supermeheks ja pani kinni kaks võistlusala kolmest.
Koondarvestuses tuli parimaks Itaalia mees Paolo Pozzati, teiseks Rivo, kolmandaks Einars, mina end kirudes aga 5. kohal. Kristole igati vääriline 9. koht. Lõpetamine venis ja venis, kuniks hakati karikaid jagama. Nuh, Rivo sai kolm sellist kopsikut, et oleks pidanud ühe väga suure kohvri ostma. Õnneks lubas Sergio oma abikäe ja nii saame peagi tema abiga uhked karikad ka Eestisse.
Õhtu lõpuks viis Sergio meid ühte kohalikust top5 pizzarestoranist. Jätsime oma liikurpunni tema hoovi, kaks pikka jänespoissi ronisid tagaistmele tema kaheukselises ning ralli võis alata. Linnas vaikse 70-90 ja maanteel „veidi“ enama kilomeetriga tunnis. Keerutamine kõikide võimalike teede ja ristmike vahel lõppes põlluvahelise teega ning ohh üllatust, just siis kui tundus, et kohe saabub ka siin riigis koht, kus inimesi pole, tuli hoopis hirmsuur parkla, mis masinaid täis. Hea pizza, lahedad vestlused ja oligi väga hilisõhtu. Kahju, et see lennuk hommikul nii vara pidi minema.
Peale kerget tagasiseiklust, autoaknast silma jäänud pea vanima ameti siresäärseid esindajaid (ei, me ei peatunud) - nii pikad, pikad jalad, jõudsime kenasti oma hotelli. Asjade pakkimise puzzlemõistatus lahendatud ja magama. Ootas ees ju tervelt 2,5 tundi und. Ups, äratus sai valesti ja alles peale kiiret hommikukohvi jõudis kohale, et magatud sai vaid 1,5 tundi..
Lennujaamas, pileti registreerimisel nägime eht-itaalia reaktsiooni - oi, relvad, teate kui palju jama sellega on, oi mis kõik täita tuleb. Aktiivne kätega saatmine jutul juures. Tegelikult, hoolimata paanika-paanika väljenditest oli tädi sõbralik ja korraldas meite teele saamise.
Peatus Frankfurdis, hommikune vorstisöömine kella 9-se õllega (olete juba hommikust joonud?) ja peagi olimegi Eestis, relvad tavakohvrite vahel meie poole lindil teel. Eesti toll juba teadis, et kohalikud relvaomanikud on pigem korralikud.