HERMAN
BackWe are the Champion - Queen
A smile bigger than his face—I saw this tall, lanky guy arrive too fast. In three long strides, he had crossed the training room. He walks the way he thinks: with force and energy. A handball player’s build. I clearly don’t stand a chance, but in the end, I was the one who scared him. Once. It wasn’t intentional. He walks the way he thinks—at full speed. He likes riddles and wants to solve them. This one is complicated; it’s not intentional, so we try to find the solution together. Herman. He’s my physiotherapist. He had that winner’s edge—probably sport in his blood. The music was “too much,” but I knew he had a sense of humor. There were also those people I met there. People I knew. A fight against oneself. A fight for oneself. Learning to walk again. Defeating pain. Slowing down time. Whispered, the first three lines of the song took a different path. Those invisible champions. Those invisible champions he leads to victory with his excess of enthusiasm. Yes. Herman is my physiotherapist.