So if you read my previous blog, I guess you wonder what happened after my bulimic reaction. This is it:
Let me explain everything in order.
Day 14 – Last Part
After eating the hot dog and the cookies I felt a little bit of guilt and I decided to train at home.
I did that and after I was finished the phone rang. It was Robson. He explained to me that Sensei Ricardo will see that I will be able to compete in the open class at least. He also told me that he and Marcus were OK. Marcus fought in his first match the guy who won all the class in the end. Marcus lost with 3 points because the opponent passed his guard. However, Robson thought that Marcus fought well.
After the conversation with Robson I took a shower, took my last Voltaren for this time and then went to sleep.
Day 15 – Final Day
I wake up at six and put in order the last of my luggage.
I also eat a boiled egg and that waited for Sensei Ricardo to pick me up from the apartment. He came right before 9 o’clock and we drove to pick up his wife too.
On the road we talked a lot about everything, Sweden, Brazil, bjj, politics etc.
We also enjoyed such things that I didn’t enjoy a lot during my stay in Brazil.
When we arrived I directly got a feeling of the team spirit that is so strong in Brazil. At the entrance a team from Nova Uniao had their moment.
When we went in we met many of the guys and girls from our team, starting with Robson and Marcus.
Jorge was also there and we took one more picture together and talked a little.
I also looked at the film with Marcus fight. In did well but the other guy passed his guard and won in the end.
Robson told me that I will fight in Master or Senior. So I will reach my goal – fighting in a competition in Brazil. He also told me that I already have a gold medal as the only competitor in my class; we just have to listen for the call. When that happened we went to the podium and I got a beautiful medal that is not proof of any accomplishment but more a nice reminder that I was there, a souvenir to prove that I did my part and I’ve been there.
Then we enjoyed the fights and the victories of our teammates.
Robson had also one fight. He met the guy who won the previous championship. Robson started well, tried his signature foot lock but the guy defended and after some scrambles the other guy succeeded to get Robson in a loop choke. Robson got a shared third place and his opponent won the class.
In my fight I met a much bigger and heavier opponent.
I think I started well and defended his attempts to take me down. I miss one opportunity to take his back during one of his attacks. Then I went for his legs myself, which was not that smart. I recovered to guard and when he tried to pass we got on our feet again. I tried again to take him down with a sacrifice throw but I failed and he attempted to pass my guard again. After a short while he passed and then even got into mount position and started to attack my neck. First he tried with an Ezekiel choke which I defended successfully. He then tried an X-choke. At first I defended but when he pulled his other underarm over my upper lip I let his arm to get to my neck and before the choke was completed I tapped out. Of course not the end I was hoping for but…..
And so I got my second medal, a bronze which is actually more worth than my unchallenged gold.
After I got the medal we took some more pictures, I changed and we drove directly to the airport.
At the airport we said good bye to Ricardo and his wife
and we change from Brazil clothes to Sweden clothes.
We also moved a gi from my bag into Marcus’ to be sure we don’t have troubles with the weight of my bag. After the check in we eat at Bob’s…
… and I even had a beer and a small bag of chips.
We got in the plane and after a lot of laughs we slept almost all the way to Frankfurt, Germany.
In Frankfurt I experienced for the first time how it is to be discriminated for your looks. Already when we were about to get off the plane I got stopped and asked for my passport. Nobody else before me got stopped, nobody. Then, when going for the transit I also had to open my bag and show what I had inside and also tell them how much money I had on me, like it mattered. I just wanted to tell them “Fuck off and Fuck you!”, pardon my French… but this are the times we are living in.
However after that Marcus played with the luggage wagon…
…. and we finally got to the gate for the plane to Copenhagen. While we waited Marcus looked at some movies and I played games on his Ipod.
Finally, after a little more than one hour of flying, we saw Denmark…
… and after the landing we met Marcus’ parents and his little brother.
We drove over Öresundsbron to Sweden and from Helsingborg I took the train home to Hässleholm…
… and my family.
The two last things I did were to call Robson in Brazil in tell him we arrived well and to write this final blog about the trip.