Just picture this:
old walls in even older cities
old ornaments meeting pink spraypaint
civil protest “light”: townsfolk in Graz protesting against altering the river by putting up candles normally used at graves on the river banks
built-in memories of beating the Byzantines down a hill
Mozart, related to a little Styrian born in Äthiopia by a Hungarian teacher
sundrenched vineyards in the south-east
true – blue aristocrats: Erzherzog Johann, a colourful person still fondly remembered in Styria
ever present saints, in this case looking a little puzzeled at the murder-scene in his arms
snowy mountains everywhere
and one upright Prussian sweetheart warming to the idea that every selfrespecting Austrian can’t do without the support of a gastronomical establishment for very long.
Am having a fab time here, thanks to family and friends who bend over backwards to make me feel at home at home.