Everyone has to find their way.

Pointing fingers are sometimes helpful.

Or superfluous, annoying, nagging.

Hannes Aigner didn't know what to do next more than once in his life.

That is the lot of competitive athletes.

Now it is only about 40 meters to walk over a small bridge after so many obstacles for the canoeist on his way to the bronze medal at the Olympics.

Anno Hecker

Responsible editor for sports.

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He sees the podium, the small stage for the most beautiful moment.

But before going there, Mr. Olympias set the protocol.

A surefire introduction to receiving the bronze medal, of course multimedia.

A female voice from the tape explains the steps in the tone of a station announcer.

There is a stick figure board for the hard of hearing.

Beautifully painted (be sure to look at the picture), with exact position specifications, instructions (mask up, mask down) and the friendly warning to step on the pedestal when the name is called.

The way is short

Everything has to be in order so that the celebration with military honors will be nice. How elegantly the ladies and gentlemen march ahead in navy blue and shiny white and hoist the flags at the same time. Nothing goes wrong and nobody is lost, even if the three winners have images of a completely different path buzzing through the minds of the three winners. Maybe that of her résumé. It's nice that there is accompanied walking in moments like this.

If you haven't just won a medal, you should orientate yourself in Tokyo. Otherwise he'll be standing in one of the Olympic parks one competition evening and feeling - lost. The parks of such a 14 million metropolis can be big. And the night dark in summer. Why the path first leads to the beach volleyball stadium instead of the center court of the 3 × 3 basketball variant is a mystery. But there is at least one conceptual connection. 3 × 3 wants to go as far as the popular beach party of volleyball. It draws people to success.

For the streetball gamers of basketball it is still a long way off. The way to them is short. 15 minutes, says the friendly gentleman who has emerged from the depths of the night, as ordered. He is one of the volunteers for Tokyo 2020 and could do it like some people asked for advice at home: “Go in that direction, at the first intersection on the right, and then ask again.” Mr. S. has a different plan, if not even a log in my head.

He pulls a sheet of paper out of his pocket, draws the path and conspicuous dots. One could be an ambulance. The other is a big tree. Then, bowing, he hands over the drawing. And go with me, don't leave the side. Up to the first, second, and third junction, out of the park across the four-lane road to the barrier. There he returns his find. The dribbling of the players can already be heard. 300 meters to go. What remains is an interesting experience: supervised walking in Tokyo.