Departing from Paris I felt an itch in my toe, realizing this could be one of the few cities I think I would like to live for some time in my life. I knew that Vienna would have a hard time getting me excited after those wonderful days spent in Paris.

With wet feed from my walks in the rain I sat in the plane until I arrived at Vienna airport. On my travels to Macedonia I had always spent some time here - so the airport was somehow familiar to me. I waited for the train sweating (compared to Paris it was quite warm and humid here) with a bunch of Austrians and some Parisians and took the S-Bahn to Handelskai and the U-Bahn to Alser Straße, where I got welcomed by my old friend Philip who I hadn't seen in ages (and who carried the damn suitcase for me).

We had the wine and sausage I brought from Paris and talked for hours, before we wrapped up and went to see another long lost friend of mine living in Vienna, Eva.

When it became late and we were all about to fall asleep, Philip and I took a walk through the city, had a last beer at an outdoor party and went home to sleep.

I only took one photo that day, at the airport, getting some fresh air.


Photo: Carolin Weinkopf

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