This is an image of part of an ad for winter vacation in Austria. I took it at Vienna’s new central railway station. What a stark contrast between the serene landscape and the surveillance cameras.
While I write this post, I’m on the train from Vienna to Carinthia. A week ago, at the exactly same time, I sat on the same early train, talking to my sister, both wondering whether we would arrive in Klagenfurt to see our father still alive. My sister left the train in Klagenfurt while I went on to Villach, fed the cats, took the car and drove down to Klagenfurt again. She made it, I didn’t. When I arrived, he had been dead for half an hour.
A week and an hour ago I had my last conversation with him, a few words on the phone. It’s dizzying to think about it.
Could be a church, but it ain’t. This is Vienna’s City Hall. Once I’ve worked a hundred meters from there, until four years ago our office was moved into an outer district on the other side of river Danube.
The old office building should have been demolished long ago and already been replaced by a shiny new one, but seemingly office space does not sell that well in Vienna or the price was not right. Finally, any day now, the demolition should start.