Here it is the Zen wisdom of knowing and not knowing or better just do it. If you try to catch it you will suddenly wake up in a storm of your monkey mind means busy mind.
Just read in mindfulness because this is the door of the present moment. Better without criticism or judgment but with your full attention. So just shut all senses and breath and catch it or not hahaha
If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking.
- When Im eating I´m eating, when I´m sleeping I´m sleeping, when I´m drinking I´m drinking…mhhh thats it?
- open the mind and shut the mouth
- do not judge and you will find peace within
Before enlightenment, chop wood, carry water, after enlightenment chop wood, carry water.
In the right rail toward to my favorite world yellow red restaurant I was thinking about my political approach. At least a political system should be able to feed the public was my self giving answer. In western countries since second world war nothing like this was happen anymore. We western people always can get at least something to eat without any problem. Beside my mind blabla the loudspeakers were shouting the announcement of the stations but anyway I could not understand it. The noise level around me and the foreign language and the fuzzy roar voice from speakers, I´m shure everybody knows what I´m talking about. Better not even listen to the loudspeaker announcement better counting the stations for safety. Somehow I managed it without to get lost and I went off the train. Engage myself into the mainstream of train leaving people and following them like a robot toward to the surface of Moscow. During my walking up the steps I realized people who were standing in line close to the wall of the steps. On the cold windy surface still the line up people.
Ice cream in winter > best hahaha
I was following the tip of the young fellow how to find MC Donald. Walking in the icy wind around a corner of a huge building, still line up people next building still icy wind and the queue. Last building last corner of it who I was passing then I was a kind of paralyzed and my mouth decide to get open wide. The icy wind was frozen my teeth and it was close to breath ice cubes. The line up from the metro station is the one for…. nooooo it can not be came into my mind. But it was reality… so walking back to the metro station down the steps and lining up like the others on a empty stomach. The time was passing by and it was noon already and the stomach growl was getting louder. Step by step but very slowly the queue moved forward almost nobody was talking to busy to stay warm by moving from one leg to the other. At 1.30pm means 1,5h after queue up I was able to see the entrance with word wide known sign of McD. Finger- and food tips I could´t feel anymore and it was difficult to move hands and feed and would somebody touching my nose it will fall down like a peace of icicle same with my ears. Now I was really happy for the gift of a friend of mine, long underwear. What a lovely gift…I was thinking…next time I will met him a big hug will be for shure…During my waiting I was observing still in big distance the scene in front of MC entrance. Military post were standing in front at were controlling with weapons the in and out of people. Means two people out > two people in and not allowing by military power that any chaos or fighting for food will start. Step by step coming closer to the MC entrance and ounce in while when somebody was open the entrance door a light smell of food was blowing over. Immediately the smell was touching my olfactory nerve the mouth starts watering like fire workers in action. Had to swallow my saliva or it would trop out of my mouth. During a swallow action I was thinking how fast some can change if the circumstances is pushing. To change from McD hating to saliva injection took me only 15h of hunger. Is this political correct ?
Still very early in the morning I was in the flow of the workers. Very, very busy at that time in every Metro station I was following the in and out at almost every station to catch the individual art of it. Sometimes I felt like somebody who working against the normal live flow by just looking around and stand in someones way. I took always the opportunity to move up and look around for something to eat because my hunger was getting stronger and stronger. After so many hours no food because I did not eat at the train because waiting for chance to have a luxury metropolitan World city breakfast with Caviar and Crimea sparkling wine, hahaha it was just a dream at this time. It took me around ten station of in and out to realize for my self no food at all. Bakery, butcher or other small shop have been empty but they have been open and I was thinking for what in hell they are. Now I decide to ask someone where to go to find something to.
There must be places like this around how the people gonna survive. One busy person after the other I was asking most of them not even where stopping to listen proper or maybe they did not understand me and keep on walking with fast footsteps. Moscow cold, grey,windy, dirty, unfriendly City came into my mind and still no food since my arrival five hours ago. Finally a young man around my age could speak english and gave me a shocking answer. Since month very difficult to get something to eat here in Moscow. And he was telling for finding something to eat fast better visit Mc Donald who had open exactly when the crisis starts. The only place he was telling here who got still and always full shelving. During his talk he was really ashamed and he was looking always left and right like someone is observing him. For me the world crashed down. I was a big fan of socialist countries and the heroes Mao, Lenin, Fidel Castro and Che and somehow against the capitalistic Systems. And now after hours of no food I decide to visit my most hated „restaurant“. With shaking hand I said good by to the young fellow. Walking the paper in the hand who showed me where to go and which Metro line I had to take I turned around to look again to my helper but he was already plunge in grey mass of people. Ok, my yellow red friend Donald I´m coming even not by choice.
Out of the train station I had to close all articel of my clothing. The wind was frosty blowing and I felt like my face could not make any grimace because of the minus 20 temperature. Still dark because of the early morning hours and every single breath I took felt inside of my lung like I´m ice cupe machine. Darksome faces were passing me in fast long steps without looking up. It seems to me everybody here is living on its own world. I tried few times to stop somebody for asking the way to the Metro. Very funny try out because nearly nobody was speaking my only two languages I know, german or english. After around thirty icy minutes some could understand what I´m looking for and he was pointing in a direction where to go to find the right Metro line. During his explanation I was observing his mustache. It was full of icicle and during his talking they were bouncing like small snowmans. His broken english was understandable and I was happy plus grateful for it. Toward to the Metro I was realizing that my way to walk was already adapted to the Moscow people. Head down, looking at foot walk, shoulders up, dog-collar, both hands in my pockets even with hand cloves, once in a while cock eyed from down to check my direction or latern who crossing my path. Suddenly the entrance of the Metro appear and I walked down the step who were covered with half melted and dirty grey snow. Inside of the Metro I saw first time the glorious Metro station and it came into my mind to stop at every Metro station to examine the art.
I felt as the only one who are interested to the Metro art the other humans where rushing just through. Then I remember of course I´m tourist here in a fucking cold and busy metropole called Moscow. It was still quite early and think it was around seven in the morning and I was disturbing more or less the flow of workers during my examination of the famous Moscow Metro art. Many time I have got a body check from rushing people on the way to their work. The oldest Metro line from around 1936 this is the one with beautiful arts and I was visiting almost all of the old stations from the thirteen. In and out from station to station after 2h or so my stomach gave me to understand its breakfast time. Still in european mood just go and have breakfast. First time since my arrival in Moscow I started to look for something to eat. Now the real Odyssey was starting. Focused now like a hunter looking for something to eat after hole night and morning without. Looking left looking right all the shops with food have been empty. May be that I´m on wrong side or area of Moscow ? No food store or shop I was passing had anything to offer. My stomach started to roar already like a Lion but no food in sight. It was 1989 and would be better now for me when I had read the news back in Frankfurt. Because this was the year when Sowjet Union had problem with the harvest because the hard weather destroy more the two third of the harvest. It was so hard that even western countries where donating to help the Sowjet Union. This human action was the start of the ending „Cold War“.