search for a real master…

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.

 

Moskow 3 U Bahn

 

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.

 

 

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