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Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for a real master…

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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.

 

 

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for a real master….

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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.

 

Moskau orginal Foto

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“.

 

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for real master….

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The sun up rising, the fog and the from snow covered white landscape were passing by like unreal pictures. Like in an art gallery the pics creating emotion within the body, the heart beat was speeding up while observing the closer coming scenario of Moscow. The passengers of the train were becoming busy and the few still sleeping ones deciding now to stand up also. The queue in front of the washing room were crowing and the chatting of the queue people ? I can say it was a lot and loud but no idea what about. More and more I understood this kind of nonverbal conversation will be my companion during my on going traveling to many different countries. Now it was on me to enter the washing room. First impression uhhhh, stinky and dirty after all these people who were entering it before me. Soap and sweat mixture with a pinch of human excrement were entering my nose and my face muscle became tensed. Ok what to do just in brush fast the tees and try not to touch to much objects. Back in my cabin the first houses of Moscow passing by the window. I was just finishing my back packing when train enters Moscow station. Looking at my grey 10kg rucksack who was still left from my boy scout time. Its material has already a lot of holes who I patch before I start traveling. The patch colors didn´t fit but were looking very unique. At that time the rucksack was used 20 years from me. Actually never washed because I didn´t know how, hahaha. It was my companion for the five years of traveling. I met a lot travelers during my trip and search for a real master. They were equipped with newest material, water proved,  breathable and good for the back, mhhh. But this basic rucksack was my and it stored everything I needed. The train stopped very hard so I was falling at the seat in front of me, ok Moscow here I´m. A bleeding cut on my forehead because of this abrupt train stop I was entering the platform. Oh shit was my first thought this is really beastly cold here and this frosty wind. My shoulders were lifting up by them self without any active order of my. Closing the zipper till no gap was left but still uhhhh minus 20 degrees was the first time I felt. The crowd is blocking the platform and I was wiggling through till the entrance of the station concourse. I had to find now anybody to show me were is the right train station for the transsiberian train. So far I understood was this who I entered not the right one. Somehow I managed it by showing the ticket to some government employee. He explain me the way to the right station by taking the underground. Out of the station I realized that the virgin white snow which I saw out of my train window had turned into grey, brown and somehow dirty here in Moscow. Cold,windy, no smiling people and dirty snow this was my first impression of Moscow. Will see what the day here in Moscow will offering me.

grosser-rucksack-hanf-und-bio-baumwolle 2

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for a real master…

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Good, I learned my lesson. Never ever leave the passport alone and money during day and during night keep it at the body. Sounds easy but if wake up sleepy only half awaken and so on. Still I tried to understand what was going on with train with the going in and out of the station. Somehow one told me as good as he can with body language the train has to change the axis of the hole train. I asked what? Yes they had to change because the track are differently here in Sowjetunion. They are smaller so they have to adjust them before able to entering the country. Back at my cabin I realized the snoring of the japanese guy and the deep breathing of others. The cabin was for six passenger and the windows was not to open. Mhhhh the smell of six human in small cabin very special I would say today. The heater sound click, click, click… and the dry air mixed with bad breath and farts a mixture who I never will forget. This was only the first day and night at the train on the way to Moscow and not even on the transsiberian train.

 

Zugräder

 

With this last thought and my cross armed listening to the sound oft the train tsch, tsch, takatunk, tsch,tsch,takatunk and I fell asleep. After few hours I woke up because of action in the cabin. I sit up to fast and bhääämmm knocked my head at sealing. Wonderful wake up action… you don´t need any further procedure. The highest sleeping bed in the cabin was mine only around 80cm between mattress and sealing. Why in hell all this things are happen? where is the flow? It seems to me some thing want to keep me away from my idea to search for a real master. Or are these already the first tests on my way to the goal? Will see and after my breakfast tea the world looks already much more positive. While at horizon the unreal silhouette of Moscow was appearing in the morning fog.

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

Search for a Master …on my to the east…

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Still confused while smoking the cigarette, looking around over the mass of people sitting on the floor and waiting for whatever. I could not control my mind anymore because of the circling thoughts. Passport, money and my backpack gone with the leaving train and I´m standing here in the station this can´t be real must be a nightmare. Somehow I saw some signs over a door and I decide to go to this office to ask what going on here. The people where looking at us like we where from an other planet, strange because we are still in Europe. But all this waiting people where looking very eastern like Kirghiz, Mongolian with hole families and so on.

Wintergleis

I was entering the office and start to ask what to do. The guy of course couldn´t speak any word english or german. So I explained by hand and feed the situation and he was not even looking surprised. Lifting the shoulder up again and again. After around half hour he just gave us the english transit visa papers without any comment. So what ?now an english written transit visa to fill up but no train hahaha funny people. No money in my pocket nobody speaking any languages I know. After around the third cigarettes from my Japanese traveller friend we recognized that the soldiers with machine guns where standing again in front of the closed door to block it against the waiting people. Few minutes later our train was running in from the direction it was leaving before. I start running towards to the gate jumping over the on the floor sitting or sleeping families. Arrived at the gate I realized, yes indeed it was my train to Moscow. The train was standing now on an other platform. Knocking at the gate to get attention of the soldiers. They where turning around toward to us. I was pointing on me and pointing at the train again and again. They answered with a sign like show me your ticket. By hand and feed and body language I answered: my…..ticket……is ……at…. this….. train…are…you… understanding…..?????? Looking to each other one soldier began to open the gate for us and was closing it immediately behind us to stop the now moving mass of people who like also to enter the platforms. Now I start running to find our coach and the cabin with all my belongings. More closer I came to my cabin bed more faster my heart was beating. Will it still be there? Questions over questions running through my mind. Lifting up my bed pillow and…….. yeah everything was still at its place. Happiness and sadness sometimes very close together. Now finally I also could get my socks on because I was all time barefooted in my boots. Winter minus 10 no heater no socks no pullover only a t-shirt. Yes, yes quite cold even you have survive only around one and half hours. I start dancing with the japanese guy who was still relaxed. After a while happy dancing he stopped it with the words: „I told you already everything will be alright“ he turned around and went to washing room.

Learned lesson: Never leave passport and money belt , keep it always with you