My father told me a story from his studenthood.



The Winter. They set standards for winter types. He was born and raised in the South, where there is little snow, therefore, on skies he stands for the first time. Here he stands at the start and remembers what he knows about skiing: “Ah! On television, men do something with their hands.“”

The start. Students are touched from the spot. Batya, accompanied by astonished eyes, breaks forward, with all the power held in the hands of the KMS for swimming, pushing back with his hands and not moving his legs at all. He came to the finish second, all in soap, with his tongue on his shoulder and pain in his hands.