I am dreaming of a little gnome, coming up the stairs at night, giving me my academic title. It is a dream indeed. I think that I will win a Grammy or an Oscar before that.
Ah, a new dream. The Bauernbergpark Man, returning from his imprisonment, will sit on his park bench, smiling this time and he will say: "Ahh Dr Archy 2000, how are you today?"
Ok. Stop. I should stop drinking this non-alcoholic wheat beer.
I should draw another Neruda question.
Or meditate.
Or better work on my thesis.
Hmpf.
Tuesday, 25 March 2014
Thursday, 20 March 2014
Mother Russia
I grew up in an area that was occupied by Russian troops from 1945-1955. However I lived there from 1980-1990. That was my time to occupy that land.
So my
connections to Mother Russia are very loose. I do not know many Russian people,
myself. Those that I know, I appreciate very much.
All I know
about Russians from the post-war period is based on tales from my grandmother
and all I recall is that the Russians did not have the chewing gum: the US boys
did. In spite of this difference in resources Austria stayed neutral.
Nowadays
the Russians have much more chewing gum than for instance let’s say the
Ukraine. The Crimean people, whose flag gave away the game before the
referendum, crave more chewing gum, among other things.
I think
Austria regardless of its incorruptibility by chewing gum shall stay neutral again.
Friday, 7 March 2014
Signs of the Bauernbergpark Man
Last autumn he spent about five days in the park.
Then he disappeared again.
A few days ago I was walking my dog along the north end of the park, when a police car stopped. It was the third one that I saw that day near the park. They were looking for the Man.
I did not see him that day and have not met him since.
However, the policemen did not get out of they cars to look for him in the park.
"How strange" I thought and walked my dog back home, past the place where once the park benches stood, that had been the home of the Man for many a night.
Then he disappeared again.
A few days ago I was walking my dog along the north end of the park, when a police car stopped. It was the third one that I saw that day near the park. They were looking for the Man.
I did not see him that day and have not met him since.
However, the policemen did not get out of they cars to look for him in the park.
"How strange" I thought and walked my dog back home, past the place where once the park benches stood, that had been the home of the Man for many a night.
Friends will be friends
In the 1986 promo video of friends will be friends, Freddie looks as if he is the healthiest one of them all. However, he was the first one of them to go.
I came across this video after spending a nice evening in my favorite bar and my favorite restaurant with one of my favorite friends. We were having a perfect time although we had to talk about serious incidents and developments around us.
Friends will be friends right 'till the end.
I am not such a big Queen fan anymore although it was my number one band 26 years ago. We all change, and the world around us changes even faster.
I am glad, that in the middle of this stream we can sometimes hold on to the tiny islands of our friendships, rest for a while and enjoy.
Thank you out there...
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