seeking for a real master…the journey

After around one hour queue up the service guy give me sign to enter the train restaurant. The smell of tea and coffee was entering the sense organ of my nose. The mouth starts watering because I did not have any food since at least my MC Donald experience in Moscow 24h ago. I took the place the service was showing me and luckily at the window. A yellowish paper with some Cyrillic letters on it get handed to me. A asking for a english menu card  and the service man with a dirty uniform start laughing loud so guests were turning around to look at us. Ok, ok one american coffee I order first then some boiled eggs toast and porridge. A next loud laugher starts from the mouth of the service man. Now understood that he could not even speak english, how funny…


.So I started to make pantomime and played the role of a coffee bean, a smelling nose and a chicken who lay an egg under the wide open eyes of the other restaurant guests. The pantomime of the service shows me sorry no have…So looked around at the other tables in the restaurant and I see only soup terrine, any kind of chicken pieces so far I can see. One guest came to me who could talk a bit english. He told me that I can have anything I like but only made from chicken. I ask what? Yes anything but it must be made from chicken. Because the service bought luckily hundreds of chicken at the black market or farm and the cook now can prepare what ever I like from it. Even here on the train the effect lack of food we could sense. Actually we were lucky to have such clever service because they went by them self to the black food market or to some farmer to catch and buy what ever they could get. In our case chicken. My first order for breakfast on the transsiberian train then was two chicken legs and a pot russian tea. During my first bite into the chicken leg was thinking: „Ohhh ohhhh seven days all kinds of chicken menus for breakfast, lunch and dinner hopefully no chicken wings will crow on me…“

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.



search for a real master….

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“.