seaking for a real master….

Back from washing room I was climbing up to my bed under the celling. Actually you could only can lay down on the upper bed the space for a sit was to little. Between the train sound I could hear the breath of my cabin crew. Once in a while my head get bounced against the cabin wall when train the track wasn´t in good  condition – means often bämm, bämm. So during night I trained iron head hahaha even did not know about. My thoughts were running here and there and somehow I fall to sleep. I woke up because of the action of my cabin neighbors everybody very active beside me. My head felt like concrete the air in the cabin felt like zero oxygen. I remember now no way to open the windows. One night no oxygen what then about the other seven days came in my mind. Outside of the cabin I saw very busy people running forward backward loaded with towels and the morning toilette only one small washing room for one coach. So queue up for it is now normal and I should get use to it to spend at least 35 – 45 minutes if I´m lucky. After I finished my washing room action I decide to go for a good breakfast.

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The pocket full of black market Rubel I will go now for a king breakfast so my thoughts. Happy that the KGB gave me all the black changed money fully back. The walk on the corridor was a small adventure. Most people standing there to chat or were looking out of window. Between the coaches the smokers were meeting for cigarettes in the small very cold area. The only space were it was allowed to smoke. „But first my king breakfast „I was telling the guys who like to invite me for a cigarette. Not as easy the talk because so many nations with different languages and or strange sounding a accents. After a round 30 Minutes walk in one direction I figure out it was the wrong side yeah….all the way back. Hellooo here helloooo there on my way back and again same question about „hey have cigarette together“. Aiaia what they calling cigarettes was looking very strange in their mouth and was smelling uhhhh. They calling them „Papirossa“, more paper or filter then tobacco. First time I saw and was smelling them. My stomach was already like a musician. Music like sound I heard from the abdominal area. All together It tool around 1h to find the so called restaurant couch. And of course a queue. Meanwhile I was observing the landscape by looking out of the window….I can say very exciting ….white and more white and not to forget a bit white in it…

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