SKETCH
VIENNA
Music center.
FILM
The third man
Pianist
Just one night
Dr. Hfuhruhurrs dilemma
DO
Architecture
Coffee in a Kaffehaus
Josephinum - medical history museum
Nature
Klimt (Artist - Erotic)
Danube
Schiele's works at Leopold Museum
Historic Centre (Innere Stadt)
Donauinsel (beaches, playgrounds)
Wienerwald (green)
Coffee on MuseumsQuartiers farm
Heuriger (vintaverna) in Stammersdorf
St. Stephen's Cathedral
Business (used / second hand)
Schönbrunn
Secession & Secession Building
Otto Wagner subway station
Vineyard
Spanish Riding School
City Opera - Staatsoper
Sacher-Torte
Avant-garde art
Palmenhaus
Dancing to DJ on Flex
Prater - Giant Ferris Wheel (District 2)
See the city by tram
Friedhof der Namenlosen (cemetery) - anonymous cemetery
Park
Small square with a café
Go at the Danube
Restaurant on the boat (on the Danube)
Nightclub / Bar
Harpsichord (instrument)
Statue, oval, with horse
EAT
Kaffee & Kuck on Kurkonditorei Oberlaa Stadthaus
Mohr im Hemd (chocolate pudding, etc.)
Strudel
DRINK
Strum (autumn)
WEAKNESS
Surly waiters
Friday 17 / 7 2009
Meetings with other people have so far been few. Not even when I would sit at the back against the window of the airplane was someone in the way. However, I have been in contact with people on the train. Eye contact with two people at the airport.
Reflection: The majority can not cross the street when the old man is red. Not even when it is empty in the street (it is forbidden?).
Visit the Votivkirche.
Reflection: It emphasized less in Vienna than in Paris.
Swirling roads on all sides and edges. Hard to keep up with the map.
Clean streets.
Yes, the Danube is brown. Nice with terraces at the water.
Much rebuilding of the city to destroy.
At the Danube, they laid out a sandy beach. A DJ plays South American music and lounge, he plays like a pro.
Hope I did not burn me or get sunstroke. The sun's rays.
What is it with these South American tones associated with the heat that brings out the joy, enthusiasm and openness of the people?
Saturday 18 / 7 2009
Morning
The owner of the hotel comes into the dining room during breakfast and explains that he must run the cleaning lady to the hospital "so if someone shows up so you can well tell them? OK? "
- "OK," I said I and the other guy who was sitting in the dining room.
The hotel had an interesting solution to get in and out. Was there no one at the front desk so was the front door locked and you had to use his key card, which worked in both the entrance and the room door, to enter.
When I got to the hotel on Friday there was no one that could take me. Instead, I had to contact someone via the "night watchman phone" that sat outside the entrance, and probably was connected to the hotel owner's phone. He checked if I had a reservation, unlocked the front door and he gave me a code to open a key cabinet that I could collect my key card. It took a while before I realized there was a cupboard, but eventually I found it and got out my key card.
I have not had time to eat my breakfast until the hotel manager comes back again after leaving the lady at the hospital. He sits down with us, now I and two other people, and tells what happened with the chambermaid.
She cleaned the room and put on a sprutnål, then the guy who rented the room, "the vociferous", proved to be a junkie. Junkie father had previously received and rented a room for three weeks ahead for his son. When the son showed up thought the hotel manager that guy looked like a junkie, but the guy told me he was on rehabilitation with the medicine. The guy was loud, stayed in room 208 (the side of me).
Afternoon
Is at the Museum, Leopold Museum. You must not take photos here.
Egon Shiel dark tragic pictures is not for me. I'm more intreserad of people than works of art at all.
Joseph Maria Olbrich Ausstellung - very urban pictures and nature pictures.
Elfe am Bach. Diana. Portrait Martha Thonet. Jugendstil!
I like Joseph's advertising posters - Seebad Grado . Allegory 3, Figures Making Music.
Toast and Pepsi in the Leopold Cafe. You smoke indoors. Free Wi-Fi in the cafe.
Anton Kolig (farmers).
Schauspiel. The Sower (Der Sämann)
Diana und Aktäo.
Mädchen vor dem Spiege of Lovis Corinth.
Mädchen vor dem Spiegel.
Di Hoffnung (Schatz).
Aus meine Fenster (Kralik).
Gustav Klimt, Tod und Leben.
Gerhard Aba. Lisa Bufano aus der series "Vom Charme des Makela."
Viewing MUMOK.
Paul Delvaux, L'ecole de Svantes (Die Schule der Gelehrten).
Poster Design 2009th
Acrylic, wax crayon on paper. Green | Orange.
Chalk on the blackboard.
Let things get blurry (smearing), such as corn on the cob.
Architecture.
Rational accommodation. Anton Bremer.
Schnell bauer programs in 1945 (can be likened to one million program in Sweden).
Similar programs in the world? Where? When?
Gasholder 1896-1899.
Architecture Museums were no major part of the exhibitions at MUMOK.
Evening
Starbucks Coffee in the Innere Stadt. Not far from St. Stephen's Cathedral / Lugeck. I take the largest caffe latte they have to warm me up after a rainy and windy day. Jazz is played through the speakers.
My German to come back. Every time I say something I think first of tysaka and then in English. Probably the German around me that affect me. I have also learned to appreciate the German language. It's nice. Do not know if the Austrian German is softer than the German. Maybe working in Austria one day.
Every fucking time I visit a museum or exhibition, I realize that I am not a museumtyp. All this endless wandering in empty space when I could be out on the streets, cafes, pubs and restaurants, and observe, meet and talk to people. Note the present. I do not understand how such as history can attract so much, when it is present we find ourselves in when we travel. Certainly there are special things at shows that attract, but this requires a genuine interest in the subject if you want to keep their spirits oh it interesting while you wander around the showroom.
I go to the bathroom at Starbucks and leave instead. The time is 17:48. Takes me back to the hotel to rest and leave things for the continued evening.
[REST]
21:50
It is dark outside. Finds the first bar set back from keeps the plate at the University Str. There is a cave-like atmosphere with candle light, clean, nice, some form of vinkällarkänsla - what the hell that means. Order a beer and select bars and dance halls on the map. Sitting and writing to not work alone, yet I have not the courage to make contact. Where is the social inspiration?
The girl who works at the place is cute. Shit what I drink my beer quickly. In a way, I would get drunk and start to interact in a different way, I would not be too full in an unknown city. Language and the local mind shortcomings.
It smells right now scented candles, or is it perfume? Still smokes cigarettes indoors. Sooner or later take good cigarette smell over.
It was ten o'clock at kvälleen, I have not spent too much time here but still seems to both the bar and the streets filled with more people than it was ten minutes ago.
She looks to be new here, she sees the query spirit when she has nothing to do, and not sure when she has something to do.
It is one of the reasons that I travel alone. Not always to have to make contact, but also of being forced to watch and observe as I sit alone.
Will the night life started here in Vienna at eleven o'clock, as in Sweden? I'll probably find out. At ten o'clock opening in all cases discos. Does heart rate increased in the city, or is it my salon binge that starts to take over?
Now I intend to find out which one is their darkest beer.
She understood me enough, not really, or so they had no dark beer ...
Stiegel it gets. Will check when I get home.
The matches are free, but relatively few smoke. Is it because it is mostly tourists who are here tonight and not Vienna.
When the alcohol starts to seem really? How many beers are needed? I need more beer when you expect a social salon intoxication? What forces are involved?
Now begin to cigarette smoke take over. It is galling. It is probably due to the now current habit to smoke indoors.
To cigarette smoke sneaks up on can obviously be due to the three newly guys to my left at the bar sits and smokes. They play Spens song "Hey Mary Anne what's your ...". Wonderful, then they go over to the fucking "Donald caviar" song "that's the way aha aha I like it" talking about destroying the atmosphere!
The other employees, or owners, looking at her as if she were new. A little puzzled and condescending view. "Can you really do this," asks their eyes. They do not appear to have had someone new in place for a long time, and it does not seem as if they themselves know what it is like to be new to the job. I can understand their lack of understanding for the girl's way. Body language says a lot. As I realized that the guy at the bar talking to the girl who works there, but she heard him. This is without understanding et word he said.
Beck's, they have not, I'll take a Pilsner Urquell instead.
Damn, when I get sensations of the alcohol starts to German sound like when one tries to speak Danish Scanian for fun.
Now run the Bob Dylan. Tambourine Man. It is in this loneliness and abroad that you realize how universal and easy everything is with world-class artists and McDonalds. And now run the Do wha diddy diddy dum diddy do.
The time is eleven and I'm still in the same bar.
She may not be new here. She may just be tired of his job and his colleagues. But it looks as if he teaches her up now. And now they seem to be annoyed with each other. Now were talking the whole gang together and laughed. It may be that she is together with the owner and that during the day to be agreed. Or so she tries to show me that she is single and interested by showing his disinterest in the other.
Why is the Fight Club (not the movie, but the sport) on the TV at a bar with drunk people?
OK, here is drunk. Now I just think positive and smile, as if I were with friends, otherwise I get tired. The time is just twenty minutes past eleven. THEN, we usually go home if we are obese at the pub. I have just been me three beers as some deep and difficult to fill with stumbling words are not current. Three beers in two hours is not dangerous.
I like German because it is so similar to Swedish.
Always have cash with you because it is not always taxis or bars accept VISA or other card, even in tourist locations.
It is a quarter past twelve. I'm on Nightfly's. They have specialized in cocktails and whiskey and has a menu with 93 pages full of drinks that you can order. It accepts VISA.
Strawberry daiquiri tastes like strawberry.
I thought it would be more of Vienna, but this is pretty empty. Why?
Thanks to a Viennese I found here. He knew about every address I was looking for there. Dorothe ... blablabla.
Peanuts, I got the bargain, I think. I'm on a "Tannalös" bar. Tannalös, a friend, he had loved instead. He'd love the music, here he had heard and seen with his retinue, his entourage.
It strikes me that there is a difference between the light and put just the right lighting.
The time is at night and I missed the last tram. A drink left. Am I going anywhere, or will the taxi then? If I find a dance place? Should I sleep all day Sunday and do the rest on Monday? Are there any Swedes there had been a good last outing.
A person contacted me. He felt sorry for me as I sat alone and wrote in my book with two drinks in front of me. He thought that a drink belonged to my girlfriend who stabbed and I sat and wrote a farewell letter before I would kill myself. You have friends if you look suicidal out.
I ended up on the dance instead Floridita, a salsa place, with my new friends from Nightfly's. They hung on. Then stack the home. I found Mary on the dance instead. Barchata and salsa, she taught me. Then she followed me to the first tram home. Tell more later.
[TELL ABOUT MEETING - knock on the shoulder]
Sunday 19 / 7 2009
Take me out to Schönbrunn around noon by coach. The bus stop is approximately one quarter of the hotel.
After Schönbrunn do I get to Café Central and then find me on to Hundertwasserhaus and Alte Donau.
All the times I ordered food, I have a lettuce leaf to the right, and a lemon wedge. Potatoes and gravy are not included. However, it is no small servings you get from either the Wiener Schnitzel, chicken fillets and other meat dishes.
After lots of searching I finally found Hundertwasserhaus. Takes me then towards Prater. The mobile phone is dying. Mary in touch. We meet at the Prater.
[NIGHT - The courtyard - FAREWELL]
Monday 20 / 7 2009
I begin by checking the train station where you can also submit their baggage, which is then transported to the airport and the right aircraft, if you take the CAT train, thus directly train from Vienna to the airport.
During Keeps me in the park.
[ROVE - PARK]
