Meet up 2017

¡DIA FELIZ CON TENIS DE MESA!

Seria ideal que en nuestros eventos del Día Mundial, pudiésemos tener intercambios con jugadores de nuestros países vecinos; en el caso de Latinoamérica y de Colombia tener deportistas de Ecuador, Peru, Bolivia, Venezuela, un poco difícil por los costos de pasajes alimentación hospedaje, etc. pero... nada se pierde con soñar.

"Dünya Masa Tenisi Günü Şenliği"
We want to popularize and spread Table tennis.
We love table tennis. We want to prove that table tennis is the most beautiful and smartest sport in the world. We are working for the spread of this sport in our country. In this regard, we are ready to cooperate with all institutions, companies and clubs. We have about 7000 people in this area. Our aim is to get this sport to 10,000 people.

"World Table Tennis is Good Work For Table Tennis"

"We drive with our Tabletennis-Mobil to different places"

"One way to enjoy the game!"
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

"One way to enjoy the game!"
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path.

One way to enjoy the game!
Who are we?

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves.

Kids are our future!
Who are we?

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves.

One way to enjoy the game!
Who are we?

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves.

One way to enjoy the game!
Who are we?

You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
Who are we?
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops.

We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play. We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards. We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Gogata!

One way to enjoy the game!
Children are our Hope for the Future!

One way to enjoy the game!
Who are we?
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path to our Golgata.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the ones that fight to extenuation with the arms of gods, gladiators, altruists with both victories and defeats. We are the players and the coaches of a unique team, which has no other purpose than to initiate you, the amateur, in the most sacred secrets of that singular performance in which you are both the winner and the loser. We are the ones that build the hideaways in the ashes of sport, watching their rebirth afterwards.

We are the ones that give everything from their little, a united conscience that you can see with the naked eye when, mingled in the crowds, we oversee you at the green tables, reigniting in you a long forgotten belief in yourselves. You will know, dear amateur that you have reached our sacred place, when you will step on the wet floors, soaked in our sweat, when the smell of toluene will fill you with a sense of beatitude and the rests of celluloid will guide your path towards our Golgota.

One way to enjoy the game!
We are the proselytes of sport in its purest form. We are the public that plays with determination of champions when they are in the tribunes. You'll find us in closed arenas, replaying long bygone finals. We are outside of statistics, not written in papers, not winners of competitions, beyond the tops. We are payers of tickets to our own shows, the ones that cheat on their spouses and raise their children in the invaluable spirit of fair-play.

"Health for ALL through this royal sport"
Exchange programme from with different countries meeting new people.

Colombia, Bogota

Turkey, Sivas

Pakistan, Karachi

Düsseldorf, Germany

RomaniaBraila

Romania, Galati

Romania, Tulcea

Romania, Vatra Dornei

Romania, Vatra Dornei Junior 1

Romania, Bacau

Romania, Comanesti

Romania, Piatra Neamt

Romania, Cluj Napoca

Romania, Blaj

Romania, Focsani

Romania, Focsani Junior

Romania, Tecuci

Romania, Drobeta Turnu Severin

Romania, Craiova

Romania,Targu Jiu

Romania, Roman

Romania, Bistrita

Romania, Dej

Romania, Reghin

Romania, Pitesti

Romania, Iasi

Romania, Victoria

Romania, Oradea - PingPongMania

27.Oradea - King Pong

Romania, Oradea - Era Park

Romania, Timisoara 1

Romania, Timisoara 2

Romania, Oravita

Romania, Resita

Romania, Deva

Romania, Dumbravita

Romania, Tarnaveni

Romania, Sighisoara

Romania, Targu Mures

Romania, Marghita

Romania, Arad 1

Romania, Arad 2

Romania, Lugoj

Romania, Constanta

Romania, Bucuresti - Viva Sport Club

46.Bucuresti - Top Tenis Arena

Romania, Botosani

Romania, Targu Neamt

Romania, Calarasi

India, Pune