this door is so madly worn in such a beautiful way I could marry it.. Look at it...
I found this picture on a disc from when I lived in Vienna, sadly I don´t know it exact location since the other images on posters and other cracked door didn´t narrow down where in Vienna these photos was taken...
Next time I am in Vienna I will make a search for this door and marry it!!! That is if it wants me, I mean it has to be mutual!
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Café Frequenters Episode 200
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(a fake story and a true life)
Vienna 2011...
the mist was so thick you could hardly see the next block of houses in front of you, it is dark but the mist somehow reflects the streetlight so the darkness is less dark that these streets are normally this kind of night...
somewhere between the 5th and 1st district in Vienna, an American tourist staggers in the thick mist, he has been out and about, he is lost, the mist has made it even harder for him to find his way back to the hotel...
...since it is late or early, he doesn´t really know there are few people to ask directions from, it must be early since he find it harder and harder to find open pubs to warm himself in and get confusing directions in broken english...
...he walks at random. if he could just see a urban terrain feature he could recognize, but Vienna is big and even at day and without fog and darkness, the tiny streets and similar looking buildings make it a hard city for tourists that have gone astray from the touristic areas...
But what was that, he heard a voice in the fog up ahead, was the voice, singing or talking, which language was it talking it, it sounded like a mix of german and english and some other strange words like some demonic tongue...
Was this voice a friend or a foe, he was after all on foreign ground
...but the voice sounded friendly, but insane, he prepared himself with his fist in his jacket...
He said one of the few phrases he knew in German: Guten tag!
The voice was very close now still the fog made it hard to see the person... after a while the voice stopped, then it said;
- Güss, Grüss dich Herr Meister!
Grüss, grüss got und Teufel
Now he could se the man, or man, was perhaps a weird world a boyish mature guy in grey military coat with a mohawk on top of his shaved head and a potbelly bulging on the middle of the coat, in his hand he had a beer...
he used his second phrase he knew in german...
- Sprechen Sie English!!!
The guy was quick to reply this time:
- Yes off cause I do, Can I help you Sir?
- Yes I am lost, I have been out drinking at pubs and this fog came and I am lost...
- ah, American, lost, lost, ah I see, yes, are you on vacation?
- Yes and I live on a hotel a huge building somewhere in these quarters, or somewhere, oh, I am Bob, nice to meet you...
- Johnny, my name is mostly Johnny, do you want a beer? I have another one in my handbag, or army bag or whatever you call these things, I have whiskey too...
Before getting a reply Jonny had already reach down his bag to fetch a small beer, then he got his other hand down trousers where he picked up a chain with a million keys, key-rings and other clutter in the middle of this mess there was a bottle opener *plopp* he opened it and handed it to bob who said:
- Thanks Johnny, really generous, but are you local? do you live here...
- Yes, I live here but I am foreign ausländerin, ausländer, oh foreign, Yes I am foreign but I live here, I live here since some time... so your Hotel, is it a high rise and is there a pirate beach next to it...
- Yes, Yes, How did you know?
when he said that and not even taken his first zip of the beer, Johnny pulled out another bottle from the bag then he said:
this is Whiskey do you want a zip?
- No thank you the beer is enough, So You know my hotel!
- Yes, yes, it is on my way home so just follow me and chat with me a bit, but stay close this fog is worst that the battle of... oh, That Battle when Gustavus died... ah well who cares! so tell me if you want some whiskey later...
Now Johnny pulled up a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
he said: Are you a smoker? want a squiggie, Ah I meant a squid, I meant a cigarette...
- No I don´t smoke, but thank you..
they two men both drunk staggered on in the mist talking and chatting!
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Jimmy pulled another page from his typewriter curled it up and threw it in the bin, he thought to him self, baah! to boring... it is so much harder writing a story than to write a report for Säpo!
