Monday, 22 January 2018

Watching Rick Stein's Long Weekend in Vienna makes me yearn for Vienna again. To go to Freud's house where he came up with the Oedipus Complex in 1908

Watching Rick Stein's Long Weekend in Vienna makes me yearn for Vienna again. To go to Freud's house where he came up with the Oedipus Complex in 1908, same year Klimt painted The Kiss, same year young Adolf Hitler arrived in Vienna. Oh to be in Café Westend again; oh to be ABLE to spend every day in Café Westend and not worry about money; to spend every night in Manhattan and not worry about money. Let me only travel again when I DON'T have to worry about money.
And then to sit in lobby of WSK cinema and have some girl openly wanking you in front of everyone.
And to have those pizzas from the station, and those wonderful bottles of Gösser beer in my room. Oh I miss Vienna now! I only didn't enjoy it the last two times because I WAS so worried about money.
Cut out the London pubs and only travel to Brussels once every THREE Months, then I can afford ONCE A YEAR in Vienna perhaps. Berlin has no joy for me anymore to compare with Vienna---no equivalent of Café Westend, no equivalent of the food from the station, no equivalent of WSK, no real equivalent of Manhattan (77 or Sissi very poor relations). The glory days of Mon Cheri, Hanky Panky, Golden Gate, Mazurka long gone. Ciro perhaps, with money, is the best.

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