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Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

seaking for a real master….

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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…

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

seaking for a real master…

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Tired I said hello back during my looking were my space is for the next week. Throwing my backpack on bed who was left. Shaking hands to the strangers who gonna share with me the cabin. Actually only travelers like me on the way to east.Seems that the agencies have done it by purpose but who knows? One Japanese, a Canadian couple an Italian guy and me. They were chatting without pauses I was tired and want just sleep. Suddenly the train starts moving and because of that the still standing cabin members falling in wild mess toward me. One of them tried later to open the window but could not because it enclosed. My god I was thinking for my self that will be horrible stinking train trip.

beautiful-cherry

The radiator made sound tic tac…tic tac..tic tac beside my ears under me the sound of the train wheels sometimes the train was moving like a ship. The quality of the train track seams to me from history time. Entangled arms I was laying on my bed still clothes on and listened to the sound. While I was thinking over my day action my luck or not with the KGB I was falling to sleep. Even the loud conversation of my cabin mates could not prevent me from it.Somehow I woke up because of need to go washroom. Bämmm, I forgot that my bed was the under ceiling. Three torches were dazzle me at the same time from different directions.

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

search for a real master…

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My brain went close to crazy so many thoughts in a split of a second where popping up. The heartbeat was speeding up like a machinegun and on my forehead sweating drops appeared. I turned my head to look again to the guy at the other room but the door was closed already from an officer. Monotonous the voice of the translating woman where entering my ears: „Is this the man, is this man who was changing the money…“, between the monotonous questioning I could hear one officer talking or do some order to the translator in russian. Then for while no sound in the room, no talk no questions the room feels like before an explosion…silence and could feel and even hear my heartbeat. Suddenly…bhäämmm a folder was smashed on the table.

„Mr.“ the officer start to talk in broken english and pointing with the index finger to the folder „we know you like to travel by train to China tonight and you really like too, right ?. Better tell us the true or…“, …..silence….“ you gonna stay here till we get the right answer and no train tonight, you understand ?“

My thoughts flashing over, how in hell they know it?, I did not tell them anything about. The officer still were pointing with the index finger at the folder. The other officer was still checking my passport with a loupe. The female translator was flashing a cigarette and blowing the smoke. And  I felt so small in that moment. „Your decision“, the female translator whispered between blowing her smoke. Ok, Ok a decision, a decision…  suddenly a phrase came into my mind:

A Samurai makes his decision within seven steps, Hagakure   

I open my mouth and following spoken sentence was heard: „Yes he was the one“. The translator just said: „We know, he get already observed long time but know with a value of a western foreigner we can close now our folder about him and he will get his punishment.“  

Now everything become quick. I signed the journal get my pass board back as well the Rubel I changed illegal and was guided by an officer to the entrance of the KGB building. The cold blowing snow wind was entering the openings of my jacket. I drop down my head not get the full snow wind in my face and put my hands who were with cloves deeper in my jacket pocket. Careful walking down the stairs full of snow and slippery. The darkness, the freezing cold sometime looking up to find a sign of metro,…. hungry again. Somehow I managed it to find the right subway station to my station for the transsiberian train  „Jaroslavler“ in the far east of Moscow. My backpack was there in a locker because I stored it in the morning. At the subway I was exercising my feeds to warm them. Hole day now in Moscow from early morning  arrive till now,cold, windy, food search, 10 minutes Red Square, money change, KGB and now back at the right station 30 minutes before leaving. This day was fast, cold, shocking and happy ending. Good. After I took my backpack from the locker I went to the platform where the „Transib“ was waiting. I saw a huge green monster as long so could not see the end. The red star on front center of the green locomotive was like a „Hello“ to me. Come in and enjoy seven and half day trip.     

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search for real master….

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After slow moving forward with the queue somehow I reach after hours with ice cubes as feeds and hands the entrance of the paradise. Mc Donald here I´m please let me in first to warming up second to fill my belly with food. The guard at the front door were looking not very amused with their red frozen faces they just have to do their job. Every time the entrance door was getting opened the typical smell flutter over to penetrate my nose senses and my mouth starts to water after now fifteen hours empty stomach. Closer to the entrance the people were becoming more nervous the movement from one foot to the other and the hand rubbing was looking like winter winding toys. The foggy breath of the people were up rising like from chimney stack and it seems to me that even my ear sense were frozen. The sounds of live was somehow like listen behind cotton my brain was frozen so very little thoughts arising during the waiting hours. I should learn to meditate in icy circumstances then the thoughts by itself will become less because of frozen brain, hahaha. Somebody from behind was pushing me forward and I saw the guard was pointing at me and an other person to enter the Mc Heaven. Passing the guards with the Kalaschnikows following the finger pointing of the soldier and was entering the warm.

 

Moscow winter Mc

 

My nose decide to start running like water pipe, to extreme the temperature difference from in and out. Inside other guards were doing their job to keep the mop quite and in nice order so no fighting during standing at the queue. Nose running, mouth watering and no also my eyes starting tears up. The Mc service were running to satisfy the massif order of the people who reach their goal after so many hours of waiting in minus degree. The goal i.e. counter was looking like every where on world, Mc Style. During the inside queue my order idea was changing every second, better take this with that or better take this with….more confusion then mental clarity what to take or better…? shut up frozen brain/mind, I´m just hungry my order should be warm and massif. Like it actually was when it was on me to order. After I figure out that around the half of the card was already off. Somehow I load my plate so full so hard to find any space between the colorful mountains of finger food with coffee. Like an artist I balancing my hunted food mountain between the crowd to find a space for me to fill my stomach. Lots of eyes were observing me or better the massif food mountain on my plate. When I reach a small space in a corner I was breathing out loud and was warming my fingers by crapping my coffee pot with both hands. The smell of my food mountain were entering my nose, this was a quite happy moment. Such a basic satisfaction food….hunger and it came in my mind what are around twenty hours of no food, hunger in comparison to really pures in Africa, Southamerica or in Asia. With this thought I took my Hamburger and chop my set of teeth into it, my social mind stops immediately because all my senses were now in my mouth during the Hamburger taste was exploding like a vulcan or firework. The humanity or social live or work is only in our mind if our basics are satisfied, hunger, thirst and so on. I heard it or read it somewhere but now it becomes reality for me. My stomach first then others this how the I and the my is working…..thank you Mc for the this perception.

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search for a real master…

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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.

icecreamoscow

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 ?