E exatamente naquele ano de 2003 , pouco meses depois da foto acima ter sido tirada, me peguei nervoso numa manhã de Sábado para lhe fazer um pedido. E por eu ser um simples praticante, na maioria das vezes um problema para a Família Kung Fu, achei que recusaria o pedido: "Eu queria saber se posso dormir no Mo Gun de hoje pra amanhã e de Domingo para Segunda?"
By the time this photo was taken, my Si Fu for me represented excellence in every way. He was intelligent, infallible and why not unbeatable? He seemed not to need rest, he was always full of energy and treating everyone with great affection. When the presente people seemed to be slowly turning off, his hinting that it was just beginning.
He looked like an ever-present Mo Gun entity. My admiration has not diminished, but today I know his human side much more.
And exactly in that year 2003, a few months after the photo above was taken, I got nervous on a Saturday morning to ask him. And because I was a simple practitioner, most of times a problematic boy for the Kung Fu Family, I thought he would refuse the request: "I wanted to know if I could sleep in Mo Gun untill tomorrow and Sunday to Monday?"
Ao sair de lá, minha mãe me proibiu de pegar as chaves- "Imagina se sumir alguma coisa e pensarem que foi você? - Disse ela.
In the first school directed by Si Fu, on Tindiba Road in Jacarepagua, was where I enrolled with my mother. Si Fu did all the procedures. I was very excited, and I asked if I could get there early to practice before my schedule. As if that were not enough, he commented on the Mo Gun being considered the home of the Kung Fu Family member, and that soon, as a member, I might even have a key to the room and open it.
When I left, my mother forbade me to take the keys- "Imagine if something disappears and they think it was you?" She said.
Aquilo me tocou, pois para mim que só frequentava o Mo Gun nos horários que tinha minha prática, achei curiosa a ação do Xavier. Ainda que perigosa por ser de madrugada, me espantei com o livre acesso que ele tinha e eu não apesar de termos começado juntos.
Back in 2003, Si Fu allowed me to sleep in the Mo Gun. I still did not have the keys, but he lent me his keys. I explained what I intended to do, a kind of tribute and needed space to draw, because I would use the so-called "40Kg papers". He explained the operation of the alarm, and without wanting to shoot it, I spent the whole dawn drawing in the reception, where the alarm did not get me. It was hot, and when I saw I was wearing only an adidas shorts when I heard someone opening the door in the middle of the night! I prepared for an invader, my heart seemed to come in the mouth, and of all the movies I watched until I was 19, nothing had prepared me for that. And dying with an Adidas shorts would not be cool. But it was only Xavier, my KF Brother ,he did have the keys, and he rode his bike to rest and drink water.
That touched me, because for me who only attended the Mo Gun in the hours that had my practice, I found curious the action of Xavier. Although dangerous for being at dawn, I was amazed at the free access he had and I did not even though we started together.
Como símbolo de gratidão, mais tarde dei de presente essa chave com o chaveiro a uma pessoa que muito me apoiou nessa jornada. Como já era de se esperar, a pessoa entendeu a importância.
The years passed by, and in 2007 when I did my Baai Si, Si Gung presented me with this keyring from the photo above saying "Save for when you have your Mo Gun." I left it guarded until 2011 when I could finally fit the room keys in Méier. It was a very exciting time. I not only already had the Mo Gun keys from my Si Fu, but the keys to my own Mo Gun.
As a token of gratitude, I later gave this key with the keyring to a person who supported me on this journey. As expected, the person understood the importance.
Dentro dos potenciais de um Mo Gun, está o fato de apropriar-se dele como se fosse sua casa, em locais como a garagem do Mury, não poderíamos apropriar-nos de sua casa como se fosse nossa, mas poderíamos tomá-la como ponto de encontro e explorar seus potenciais.
Before we got to the Méier school , we were without a Mo Gun itself. We use offices, terraces of practitioners' homes, and even the living rooms of their homes. All this magnificent support profoundly helped the early days of Méier. Of all these places, the most consolidated was the garage of Felipe Mury (who is the first from left to right). In such cases, we can call these locations that do not fit into a "Mo Gun", we can call "Hui Gun".
Within the potentials of a Mo Gun is the fact of appropriating it as if it were one´s home, in places like the Mury's garage, we could not take ownership of his house as if it were ours, but we could take it as a point for meetings and explore your potential.
O equilíbrio que essa foto passa mostra bem o espírito de um Mo Gun, onde os membros da Família Kung Fu e , aqueles interessados em ajudar, são capazes de fazer coisas que não fariam nem em suas próprias casas.
The above picture,is very emblematic for me, shows Jade Camacho, Si Fu's eldest daughter painting the first chairs of Sam Toi of Mo Gun at Meier, and which are now arranged in my residence. While Luciano Freitas practices further ahead.
The balance of this picture shows well the spirit of a Mo Gun, where members of the Kung Fu Family, and those interested in helping, are able to do things they would not do even in their own homes.
No dia seguinte, Mury me ajudou a instalar a mesa, e tudo deu certo.
Another curious moment was when I brought the glass table for the Meier School from the Copacabana School, where it was stored, in a car with the documentation expired. It was 24 hours before Si Gung's first visit to the Meier School. With only four members at that time, it was up to me to paint the reception wall, after calling dozens of times for Thiago Silva, who already had experience for having done the same in Barra School. I was thrilled when I did it!
The next day Mury helped me set up the table, and it worked.
For everything you live inside a Mo Gun, and the time you stay there. A very special day arrives: The day you try to stick your house key in the lock of the Mo Gun. You are slow to understand that it is not the right key, and you do not realize it for a few seconds. Finally, you opens a half smile and realizes that the Mo Gun had become your home too, and you did not even notice it.
The Disciple of Master Julio Camacho
Thiago Pereira "Moy Fat Lei"