search for a real master…

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.




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.

Search for a Master …on my to the east…

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.


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

How to find a master….Journey to the east…my way to Moscow

December 1989 > Now I got the ticket in my pocket from Budapest to Moscow from Moscow with the „Transmongolian Train“ to Beijing. Voila in two days leaving Hungary toward to China. The seven days waiting for it was worthwhile because I payed only 200 US for it. With this train ticket I could go now to the embassy of Sowjetunion for a transit visa who need for my traveling with the train via China. The visa took me two day to get but with it in my passport I felt like a winner of a long boring game. My second visa after the Chinese one who got from the embassy in Germany.    During my stay in Budapest I started to realize the big difference between east and west. I remember one german saying at that time: „Im Westen ist es am besten, im Osten stehen die Posten“. Such a big different in the same continent Europe how it will be more far east? Two days later on the train to Moscow looking out of the window to say goodbye to Budapest. A city at that time sad and poor but full of dreams for the coming future with democracy.

Ungarn Zug


The skyline of the snow covered houses of Budapest become smaller and smaller. In the same train cabin was a Japanese arround the same age like me. He was already six years on traveling. For me unbelievable at that time. I was repeating it in my mind „six years“ not at home only on the road from country to country. Mhhhh crazy stuff what the Japanese is doing. Not realizing that I´m on the way to do the same. Because this was actually not my plan. This guy was telling me he was traveling from Japan via China till Europe with his motorcycle. He was crossing hole Europe to Spain from their took boat to Marocco this all with his bike a small one with 125 cc. In Greece he ship his 125cc bike back to Japan. No problem the bike has made the hole 6 years he sayed. The only thing he has to change ones in a while chain and tires. Thats why he decided to ship the bike back and he want to cast it in acryl and make a table out of it.

how to find a master ….journey to the east starts..

Why to traveling to the east? As martial artist my vision was to visit the roots of eastern martial arts the Shaolin. So many stories I was reading in books or watching in movies. Exactly what I was searching they were representing for me. Now I was already closer to my dream. Money in my pocket, enough time and I was free like a bird at that time. Hanging around in Budapest for week or so and try to get a cheap ticket for the transsiberian train. The travel agency I found at that time was saying come back next day the trains from Moscow are all fully booked you have to wait. On a waiting list for one week enough time to discover the city. Buda and Pest at that time full of beauty history for me and at the same time sadness in the heart of the people. I felt first time how lucky I´m to get born in western countries. Like I said 1989 was not a easy time for the people there after changing the politic closer to western ideas. But no money no honey came into my mind by seeing the dysbalance.  The hungarian had still low income but the western products the shops were offering had the western high prices. A bell of sadness over the City because close to Christmas and no money and new western the shining products in the showcase. After around seven days the travel agency told me they get a space for me on the transsiberian train. Budapest to Moscow from Moscow to Beijing my heart starts beating faster. Closer and closer to my vision to find a real master. Real master… yeah I´m coming. Wherever in the east I gonna find him I´m starting in few days to come closer to you. How he will be? How his teaching will be? Will he accept me?, a guy who just came over knocking on his door with the dream to learn and growth. Stop thinking man just follow the flow came into my mind, good my heartbeat was lowering down now with this particular thought. And this sentence became essential in the more then five years of searching for a master in the east.

„Just follow the flow“, „Just follow the flow“…..

Bridge of Budapest by night….

. budapest brücke

How to find a master….(a part of my life story)

was the last phrase of my previous blog. After practicing already for 17 years martial arts and mastering five arts my Sifu (Chinese term for father teacher) entered actually my Dojo/Gym/Kwoon. This is how the places get called where you can learn martial arts. My previous martial arts school name was „Budocan Frankfurt“ and was very well known in Germany because of its high level competitors. So how does it come that my Sifu was entering my school ? Much later around two or three years or so Sifu (Grandmaster Wong Kiew Kit) just answered my question about with following phrase:

 Kai thats a easy to answer, if the student is ready the master appear.


It sounds a bit strange but what to do if the master say so. But actually I was looking i.e. searching for thus strange not explainable spiritual experiences. Now after over twenty years walking the Shaolin arts path who Sifu learned me it becomes more and more clear. I was searching by heart not by intellect. This was also the reason why I was all together more then five years traveling to Asia to search for a real master. For me a real master is more then one who master only the external art i.e. method/ technique. From the so called external masters I had already the best for my practice art. I still respect them all from my heart because they were showing, leading and educated me very well until I was ready for the complete art. What it mean complete art?, a combination of practical, energy and mind/spirit. But about this I gonna talk in a other blog later.

Ok five years searching by traveling Asia and finding nothing what I was looking for. Visiting martial arts schools all over from Shaolin Monastery to other Kung Fu schools 1,5 years in China. Later Malaysia, Indonesia, India, Thailand from country to country from art to art and MA-school to MA-school. But nothing what I was looking, searching or was dreaming about. But what was is it? Actually motivated from books who where writing about the masters from the past who where able perform for me so called „crazy“ stuff. And I was sure there are still some around us somehow hidden. This belief was so strong to start my search around the world. I felt it in my heart but could not explain why my belief was so strong. The most friends where thinking at that time now he will get crazy, hahaha, when I was starting traveling and saying good by to them. The questions of my relatives and friends I couldn´t answer. Questions like:“ where you going first..“, which you going next…“, do you got an address where we can get in contact with you…., and so on. My standard answer:“ I realy don´t know“ or  „I gonna start with the transsiberian- train then I will see“

Shaolin Training, Kung Fu, Frankfurt, Qi Gong,Taiji,Taijiquan
Shaolin Training in „Special Chamber“ Frankfurt –

Flowing with the clouds thats how I would describe my past action now. I was moving by intuition following the flow of situation and never forgetting what I was searching for. The central theme to my vision (find a real master) was my pilot.

More about is coming soon….