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| …Suddenly, right as he was slowing down at the bottom, three huge ski dudes jumped out of a car and ran screaming toward him. One of them pushed Yannick to the ground while yelling a mix of Polish-German-English. At one point he pulled back his arm and closed his fist. Luckily, from the road Sylvain pulled out a little squeak that distracted him. We moved closer, not too keen on getting in a fight with strong Polish guys: diplomacy first, always, especially when you are the weakest. They shouted something that we understood, like “give us the snowboard, now!”, and so Yannick did. Then they took off with the board to the main building of the ski-jump stadium. We followed them at a distance. We went to the main gate and asked for our snowboard, and the guard guided us to the main office and told us to wait. After 30 minutes, we dared ask someone else for the snowboard. He told us to come back after the weekend. Since that was not possible, we went looking for the boss, a bit afraid of how the boss of a ski-jump stadium in Poland would greet four snowboarders. It was worse than expected. The boss was short-legged, aggressive, highly anti-snowboarder, and he wanted the equivalent of 300 dollars from us to pay for the so-called damages caused at the ski jump.… —from Eric Bergeri’s captions to his road trip to the Poland/Slovakian Tatras range |
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