Ich hab vor kurzem einen recht interessanten Text gefunden. Angeblich von einer jungen Karatekämpferin aus dem Kyokushin-kai Stil. Mich brachte der Text noch recht zum nachdenken und ich dachte mir auch, dass es einigen hier nicht schaden könnte, ihn mal zu lesen. Aber schaut selbst. Er ist leider in Englisch, hoffe die meisten verstehen ihn trotzdem!
Lying on the ground
And now she’s just lying there on the ground. I struck her right on the head, a knock-down hit, two points, which means that I’ve won the tournament. I was told that winning would feel really good, the best thing in the world, but in a strange way it doesn’t.
She’s still lying there and doesn’t move. The ambulance man is still checking her. For a short moment I can see her face. It’s pale, almost white. Her eyes are closed but her breast rises and sinks rapidly.
It isn’t fair. She had already had three fights in the other category (to 60kg) an in the last of them she was also hit to the ground. I could read in her red and swotted face that she was still dizzy when the referee gave the signal to start our fight. I asked myself why she wanted to fight, though, against me in the harder category. There is no sense in starting a fight, when you know, you’ll loose it. I also could see that she had been crying, and yet she wanted to fight.
I must admit, that I don’t like her, not at all. She’s got those aggressively staring eyes and she always makes those strange sounds during the fights, but I didn’t want to hit her down like this. Not in such an unfair fight.
I can see now how she’s trying to stand up with the help of the ambulance man. The five referees gather to deliberate about my hit and its legality. It was an absolutely legal knock-down, she knows it. I can see it in her empty eyes which are simply staring at me.
After less than a minute the referees have agreed and the main referee says loudly to the viewers that I’ve won the match. Applause.
I throw a glance at her. Still no emotions in her eyes… Then we turn face to face and shake hands.
“Domo arigato gozaimus! It was a good fight! “, I whisper in a friendly way, smiling. A lie… She doesn’t smile and doesn’t say a word. She just turns around and leaves the fighting ground. My view follows her and somehow I still see someone lying there on the ground, but I’m not sure who it is this time.