Schlagwort: Moscow

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.     

Der Weg wie mich meinen Meister fand

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.

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.

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