I'm sitting in the garden of Sch÷nbrunn and it's the last day, and I have since long tuned my body in to move on. I also feel a bit exhausted. It's hard work to cycle, eat, cook, talk, write, e-mail and be visiting, no matter how easy my hosts have made it. Now I'm going home to work! With this and that.
I passed through a "Kleingarten" area. Allotment garden should be the english word according to the dictionary. But opposite Denmark the houses here look more all-year-round.
One doesn't feel closer to the former Eastern Europe, but one see in on the cars: hungarian. romanian, czech, slovakian, bulgarian, polish, serbian.... Just one single french and one german one on my way to here. Here in the outskirts they are probably guest workers cars.
An austrian grandfather and his grandchild get up from the bench and he apologize, if their talking has disturbed my writing...? No, no, not at all.
I say goodbye to Markus, Berni and Maximillian.... We'll meet again.... Goddbye Vienna.