I met this sport in one of the most complicated moments of my life. I had eighteen years and I didn’t know if I was going to be deprived of my liberty. Everything was falling apart around me: I wasn’t going to school and neither did I have a job. I needed something to clear my mind but… What could I have done? I had a few hobbies, like street art, but something was missing.
Searching for some interesting sport I had ever done, I saw even the less known ones. But one day, searching on YouTube, I found a video of Battle of the Nations. Five seconds later, I had found a place to practice it: C.E.C.M. HMB & Bohurt Club. The first day, I went without knowing what I was going to find. It was a Wednesday at 7.30 pm, I will never forget that moment. I met one of my first instructors, Facundo Fernández, which I talked my first words, and I saw for the first time the helmets, swords and gambesons. They had a lot of stuff. I trained that first day and I had never stopped since then.
The time went through and I met a lot of role models and people I never thought I would meet. People like Leo Meiners, who taught me my first exercises, Sofía Sueldo, who gave me the first sword fighting tips and my first blows as well. The time kept going through and a short, cranky guy with a beard, Mariano Ozón, which I will always be thankful to, helped me to get in the list for the first time in the First Class Cup in Argentina. It was a tournament in which the best team of the world was involved: Russia’s Bern. The day before my debut I couldn’t sleep! I was going to fight in my armor! That day, it was clear that the blows were real. But that didn’t scared me out: if they could, me too.
After my first tournament, I met a bearded man with the size of a refrigerator, Facundo Camilo López, aka Urso, a professional athlete. We talked and got to know each other. Eventually, he showed us the habits and routines of a sportsman. It was then when I started trying to be like him. I noticed the change and improvement not only in my performance but in my personal and social life. I started being a healthier man and I limited my use of alcohol and other substances.
The tournaments and trainings kept going through and everything bore fruit. I was able to go to Chile and had great results there. After that, I traveled to Mendoza, the place where my dad was born and where almost half of my family lived. There, I won my first 1st place medal on Men’s Duel Category. I’m really motivated to keep on training and to set my goals even higher, to the place where the eagles fly. I may not be the strongest or most skilled fighter, but I’ll train the hardest I can to deserve the right to represent Argentina.