Goodbye Vienna

August 3, 2016 § 1 Comment

Pour Platin has shut down?

August 1, 2016 § Leave a comment

Pour Platin has shut down? It is funny out of all the places in Berlin Mon Cheri was the best and that is the one that has closed. Out of all the places in Vienna Pour Platin was the best and that is the one that has closed. Indeed, I lost my Berlin virginity in Mon Cheri and I lost my Vienna virginity in Pour Platin, and they are the two places that have closed! However, Cora’s picture in the Laufhaus intrigues me—my bad luck she is on zwei woche urlaub. There is a Schiele exhibition at the Belvedere I must come back for. I never got to Stephansdom or the Butterfly House either, too busy sleeping off the hangover.
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I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

I have enjoyed this brief visit to Wien. The night wasn’t completely successful, but as we say, it has kept the pendulum swinging. The room was beautiful. There are no white-shirted Dorint barmaids! For a start the uniform is now a ghastly purple and they are all men. No young busty 18-year-old Swedish girls. No more Wiener Zwiebel Rostbratens on the menu! Everything gets worse. This is the law of life. However, I would still come back, maybe for an extra day—very different from my feelings after Brussels and Berlin.

730pm I’m the only person in the bar

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

730pm I’m the only person in the bar. From 630 to 745 there has been no one in the restaurant. Does everything get worse? Is this the law of life? The Dorint bar carpet looks exactly the same as the Ibis Brussels bed rugs. That seems a fascinating thing to discover. Sitting alone in the Dorint bar is pleasurable enough to tell me I will travel again, in the next month or so. My old addiction has returned. The bar staff may be boring, but! Remember Lotta and Sophia worked days! There is still hope for tomorrow. It feels like something extraordinary to realise the Dorint carpet is the exact same as the Ibis bedspreads. Now when I travel it’s just all memories—is this what turning — is? I wouldn’t recommend it!

In the bar of the Dorint Hotel

July 31, 2016 § Leave a comment

I was halfway through my first Zipfer at the Dorint bar before I looked behind the bar and realised this is where Lotta stood eight years ago

July 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

I was halfway through my first Zipfer at the Dorint bar before I looked behind the bar and realised this is where Lotta stood eight years ago. It was quite an incredibly powerful moment. I travel always looking for another Lotta; another Riccarda; another Yulia, Diana, Iga, Emily, Martina—but I never meet them anymore. I travel looking for the real Lotta again, really. The more Zipfer I have the more that four days with Lotta comes more and more back to life—and the gap between that memory and this present reality more and more stark. When I look at —– I feel I am looking at myself. I feel so inseparable from her. If we met years in the future, having not seen each other for all these years, I would break down in tears unable to control my grief. Six years since I have been in the Dorint bar. Unbelievable. I miss my youth and innocence and hairtrigger eroticism of those days. But, I suppose, not the pain, the tortures, the agonies. When I start drinking, I only want to be alone, it’s true. This incredible paradox of being with someone is so hard for me to get my head around. For a normal person this is normal. To enjoy sin I’ve got to be so drunk that I cannot see, so I’ve completely lost my moral compass. Moral compass. What does that mean for a man like me. Being on my own at Gatwick I felt the most incredible hunger for every woman I saw; this is why I have to travel. Nothing happens, but that feeling keeps me feeling young, alive. I look at the armchair I sat in when Lotta suddenly appeared at my shoulder 8 years ago, and it seems like another lifetime, a dream; not something that really happened. But that’s how my journeys used to be. Unbelievable fantasies made real.

Arrival in Vienna

July 30, 2016 § Leave a comment

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