I left the party early, as my room was on the other side of
the Winter Games village. When I entered the elevator, she was already there.
She glanced at me and noticed the gold medal around my neck.
“Sport?” she asked in an almost stereotypical German accent.
“Curling.”
She looked confused.
“They give medals in hairdressing?”
I laughed, she didn’t. After a moment, I noticed the two official
carry cases in her hand.
“What you win yours in then?”
“Deception, impersonation.”
“They give medals in those?”
“Not directly.”
I only worked out what she meant when I sobered up.
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