Martin
Suddenly a Martin steps after the other one into my life. Last week, when I waited in the morning for the bus, hung a pink handbill on the wall behind the bus stop. Somewhat inclined. With yellow sticking tire attached. But clearly readably. That one can itself immediately in the culture club Wola at the queen Jadwiga road 215 to Chen Tai Ji Chuan courses writings. I stood on the queen Jadwiga road. And bitter morning air on the chest felt. I had however no notion, on which height, under which number. I straight was. A bus stop is not a house. Although humans have there meanwhile also a roof over the head and a wood bank under the back. The stop little house however does not possess a house number. And then I saw suddenly for the first time - how often I waited here already for the bus? - on the other roadside two golden Täfelchen with the numbers 211 and 209. Thus the 215 cannot be too far. A bus interrupted my numerologischen views. Overfilled, already to this early hour, the 192-er of the airport varied to the roadside. One moment and carried us forward everything stopped. Keuchte heavily and drove off again. Already to this early hour. In the evening I went inquiring. The culture club opens only around 15:00 clock. Whether I can come to one sample hour. And me thereafter decide. Whether I for the course write myself or not. Japan taught me caution. In all areas of life. Not only regarding Tai Chi. And one said to me that Martin leads „training “, an experienced teacher. Tuesday and Thursday. Completely different Martin translates an excerpt of my Japanese diary into English. This necessity resulted here suddenly. And my brother, also Martin - today birthday has. It is older than I, therefore I know it, since I am in the world. It completes exactly in this hour, in this moment its first half century. Yesterday I went courageously to me so far unknown the Martin. I crossed the park under the mansion with fast steps, because it is darkly everywhere, darkly everywhere. And already was I there. In the first stick of the small country house. Something above the stop „Sielanka “[(village) the idyll]. Down someone played piano. Otherwise it was doing good quietly. I drew a deep breath. In Berlin the wunderlichsten people meet to the Tai Chi. Mainly advanced or middle age. On the search for something are for their second, better life half. I do not know it. According to which we look for all. Actor. Musician. Artist. Dancer. Writer. Journalist. Teacher (except for skirt music, Blockflöte, trombone or piano also for mathematics and chemistry). Publisher. Photographer. And a Richterin. Perhaps it is most normal from us all this. At the queen Jadwiga road is everything different. Two came young. One with a long, beautiful dark-brown Zopf - a shy, somewhat restrained dte rodent, but very attentively. The other one clearly younger. Roundish. Impatiently. Omitted. They have already three so-called training hours behind itself. That is, they are beginners. And I am from the first hour on in the arrears. And the oldest one. The warm feeling remained still for a long time in the knees, after I had again crossed the dark park. For a long time Martin was called us only stands. In the first Qi gong positions. The thick boy did not bear. But it did not complain. Did not cry. Did not desire up. Martin corrected carefully our body attitudes. The backbone arranged straight. The arms. The shoulders. The hips. The basin. Release. Release. Everything release. I learn the words for each part of the body at the opportunity. The form begins with a step to the left. I was speechless. Into Berlin the first step goes to the right. Eastward. But it plays a role? The different masters divided the world into different zones. And thus unhealthy rivalries in the fight for the limited number of customers prevented. And in such a way we make obediently the first step to the left. Or to the right. In order to step nobody on the feet. In this country. I am everywhere the oldest one. In the bus. On the road. In the cinema. On the way home. In the mansion. In the theatre. In the first stick. In the tavern „the respected day of the week”. With the reading with the Nike winner of this year. On the book fair. On the bicycle. To the Rudawa. To the Weichsel. In the streetcar. Under the Wawel. With Polakowski. Now I wait on the fourth Martin. The newest scholarship holders in the mansion. It will release me. Because it is older than my brother. Already in few days or few hours.
