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Erfurt/Buildings
Fastnacht in Erfurt
Vienna, Dec 13, 2007
Vienna/German
> Frohe Weihnachten und ein Gesundes, glueckliches Neues Jahr 2008
> senden wir Euch vom schoenen Wien.
> Eure Sigrid und Richey
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> Liebe Verwandte und Freunde:
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Belated End of Year report from Vienna
Subject: Belated End of Year report from ViennaDate: January 22, 2008 6:21:01 PM GMT+01:00Vaihingen, den 23. 1. 2008 (belated letter for the End of year in Vienna)
Vienna & Danube arms from Kahlenberg on a rare clear and sunny day
The Advent Season has passed and Christmas is fast approaching. In Austria it is regarded as a two and a half day family celebration. Traditionally the evening of the 24th belongs to the nuclear family: Mother, Father and children; the following two days are reserved for visits to both sets of grandparents, one set for each day. Usually these family days are joyful gatherings with traditional foods and merrymaking, very much like our Thanksgiving festivities. We do not know how much these old traditions are still observed by the youngest group of parents.
On Christmas Day we were a bit gloomy and missed our family. Fortunately we had discovered a telephone and internet shop near our subway station which was going to remain open during the holidays. So we went there on both Christmas Days and made many long calls to family and friends in the States.
When it got dark, we took the "Ring" street car and felt good by being surrounded by throngs of cheerful, well-dressed holiday revelers. We ended the ride at our favorite Cafe House, sipped our Cafe Melange, enjoyed "Apfelstrudel mit Schlag" and observed the other lonely people ...
One late afternoon, soon after Christmas, our electricity suddenly went off. We were in total darkness, without heat and hot water. Luckily there were plenty of candles about. Richey found the fuse box and replaced a blown out fuse; but darkness persisted; so he ventured down six flights of stairs to the electrical switch box in the basement, but all to no avail. By now stores had closed and there remained nothing better for us to do but postpone our problemto another day. We were in bed by 7 p.m. and joyfully recalled younger days when we would have appreciated such an opportunity.
The next morning Richey checked the fuses one more time, and voila... magically the electricity came back on! Heat and light returned, the refrigerator started humming, and the hot water heater kicked back on. Our breakfast was prepared in no time.
On the next day we had the sniffles, stayed inside and enjoyed the warm, comfortable apartment.
Brigitta, exchange partner, returned from Los Angeles on the 30th. When the electricity disappeared twice again, we were glad and relieved that she was there to take care of the problem.
It is one thing, to have a technical problem in your own home. Richey would either be able to fix it himself or would know whom to call for help. Being in someone else's home is a totally different matter. We were surprised how clueless and utterly helpless we felt, acted, and actually were...
New Years Eve ("Sylvester") and New Years Day were wonderful and emotional days for us: The Viennese "go wild": City hall plaza transforms into a Times Square-like ocean of revelers who gather to ring in the New Year. We did not feel up to late-night partying. Instead we enjoyed Andre Rieu's Year-end concert on TV. Shortly before midnight Brigitta took us to her roof top balcony to watch the Midnight fireworks. It was bitter cold, so we got all bundled up and toasted in the New Year with a bottle of Champagne. The firework displays were spectacular and lit up the sky everywhere for an hour or more. According to Brigitta, all these fireworks were done by private parties from the rooftops, in the streets, or from public squares. She insisted that all this was done by private individuals and perfectly legal and no permits were needed. What about fires, we asked? Oh, there may be one or two, she replied, but so what ....
Despite the cold, it was a magical, clear night: the spectacular, colorful explosions in the sky, the good champagne and of course the wonderful company and surroundings are unforgettable.
The next morning we listened to the yearly TV transmission of the famous Viennese New Year's Concert. We had been sad that we could not attend in person, but not only had the tickets been sold out months ago, it was way too expensive for us. The live TV transmission was beautiful and we listened enthralled and with glassy eyes.
When we arrived in Vienna a month before, we had not known what to expect. Yet we must have felt some deep longing for connectedness and we found it here through the magic of music. We thought than that nothing could possibly match such emotional highlights.
Next night Brigitta invited us for supper in Grinzing. We had no idea that a real treat was awaiting us.
First the place: Grinzing had been and supposedly still is a small wine producing village. Over the centuries this suburb has become famous for "wine, women, and song", tasting the Heurigen (new wine) and eating and spending a weekend evening with family and friends. Many old farm buildings and barns have been converted into modern, rustic-style restaurants with large fire places, and wooden tables and benches. "Our" restaurant had a very large entrance-dining hall (probably the former barn) with a beautiful large, tiled fireplace. We got a table next to it. In the center of the "hall" was a large round buffet, set-up with traditional Austrian dishes to one side and international foods, salads and desserts to the other. Brigitta selected for us some traditional Viennese foods.This tasting-experience was fun, just a bit on the heavy side, but accompanied by a glass Heurigen, it was a perfect meal. As we were finishing our feast, an accordion player wandered in. He spied Brigitta and strolled right over to our corner, all the while playing familiar Viennese tunes, singing and drinking his Heurigen. Soon we were moved to tears, mostly due to the glasses of Heurigen which we were sipping. We sang and hummed along. Did we dance? No, we probably did not trust our legs anymore at that point. I hasten to say that we did get home o.k. later that night... on the subway!
A note of praise for the Viennese transportation system: it is a very modern, super-efficient, cheap and convenient system for moving the masses of people. Most users are frequent travelers who purchase monthly or even yearly tickets at very low cost. There are no (visible!) ticket inspections: during our month in Vienna we did not once get checked, neither on the bus nor the subway. Vienna has one and the same price for traveling in the city on any of the urban transportation systems, regardless of distance and the number of times transfers. This system seems to work on an intrinsic honor principal (like our supermarkets and department stores used to be). Some people buy their tickets in automats at the station, or on the bus or train. In addition to day tickets, you can chose tickets valid for a week, a month and even for the whole year. Brigitta, e.g. has a year's pass which her bank purchases for her and charges and renews automatically. A great many people seem to have these arrangements. After buying and validating one time our one-week tickets, we simply walked onto any bus or subway for a week, without any control whatever.
We got a bit jealous and embarrassed when thinking about our one-size-fits all American transportation system: cars and highways. Why can't we too, like the Europeans, put our emphasis into creating more and better public transportation facilities?
As you can see we were very impressed by Vienna and have probably written too much about it. We'll try to be more concise in the coming episodes about our German adventure.
IMPORTANT NOTE: our email address continues to be <s.r.novak@cox.net> . Please do NOT try to reach us any other way or we will not get your mail.
For some crazy reason, WE must SEND our outgoing letters from abroad via the <@mac.com> address.
Renates "Fasnet" photos, Feb 2008
from Renate
This week in Berlin
On 2/27/08, sigrid novak <sigridno@mac.com> wrote:![]()
Unter den Linden at 3 pm
That's what men's convenient Toilet "Pissoir" look like or rather used to look like. Very few are left.
Fernsehturm (TV tower: 368m): Tasting "Berliner Weisse" = beer with "Schuss" (a) with raspberry syrup; (b) with Waldmeister (a herb?): strange! but probably quite refreshing on a hot summer day
View from the rotating top
Our table 10
View from our window: see the clock on the church tower
The old Congress Hall (built soon after the war); Berliners call it affectionately "Pregnant Oyster"
Bundestag Building with "glass" dome which I described earlier
to the left a Barbar ad for the Konzerthaus; to the right, a wing of the French Dom of Berlin
Nationaltheater with Schiller Statue; between the Babar advertisement and at right angle and to the right: Franzoesischer Dom, and Deutscher Dom to (our) left.
Berlin, Feb.2008: Bundestags-Dome
Berlin, Feb.2008: Bundestags-Dome
Sent: Monday, February 25, 2008 8:01 AMBerlin, February 2008Our tiny Bachelor�s pad on the 15th floor in central Berlin is flooded by bright sunlight for the first time in a week: We should get ready to ride subway U6 into �down town� before the weather decides to turn clammy cold again. When we venture outside on our daily exploratory trips we wear several layers of woolens: over my regular underwear a woolen undershirt and long-handle woolen underpants, then my woolen pullover covered by a woolen sweater before putting on the two layers of coats: my thermotac (right word?) jacket from Lands End and then the watertight large outer jacket. Not to forget the woolen shawl, hat and gloves. Wow, now we are ready to face the grim penetrating damp air of central Europe: Berlin!
Well, maybe that�s a bit of an exaggeration, we did have some warmer days before, but today we have bright sunshine and we�d better not miss this opportunity to stroll leisurely down Berlin�s main drag: the Potsdamer Platz area with its thousand-and-one� movie houses (excuse this second bit of exaggeration) over to the Bundestag, past the uncomfortable Holocaust memorial just opposite the site of the unfinished American Embassy ... Finally the Bundestag building (congress) comes into view with its very long line of people waiting for admission; most appear to be boisterous young folks from all over the world, and German school classes on their excursion day. Of course, sprinkled in between are a few regular tourists, all waiting their turn patiently.
We are tired from the walk and certainly do not feel like joining this long line of patient visitors. What to do? I recalled the semi- glassed-in restaurant on the rooftop, right beside the glorious glass dome which we and the hundreds of other tourists are here to experience.�
It was 2 p.m. It occurred to me that at this time we might have a chance to get seats in the roof-top restaurant and bypass the long ticket lines. We headed for the outside restaurant reservation desk, and sure enough, 15 minutes later we got a table, a window table at that, decked with white linens and fancy white China, a small vase of fresh flowers, and best of all: a panoramic view of central Berlin. �
We were happy and hungry, and soon ate a hearty typical Berlin lunch: Berliner Kindl (local beer), a boulette (kind of thick hamburger/country-style steak) with mushroom gravy, mashed potatoes and salad. Not only was it the cheapest item on the menu, but it was also a kind of soul-food for us. My Texan �partner� also enjoys that kind of food. So we were happy.�
The glass dome of the Reichstag (Congressional building) is an extraordinary futuristic experiment:� The British architect Norman Foster designed it with three points in mind: architecture, functionality, ecology. He created a dome from all steel and glass, breathtakingly imaginative. It cannot be described, it must be experienced. It left us in awe, joy, amazement; inspired and energized. We were very glad to have lived long enough to witness Foster�s path into the future...
We did not visit the Reichstag Building proper, only its roof top and famous dome which are open to the public. The huge slat-type glass structure consists of two parts, a half-dome outer shell with an inner tornado - shaped (slat-type) glass funnel (its � trunk�). This trunk reaches all the way down into the plenary hall� (Plenarsaal) and transports light down into it, while also circulating fresh air into it. Both outer and inner parts consist of many vertically and horizontally interconnected segments of long steel ribs and narrow (slat-shaped) glass and mirror panes. These seem to be independently adjustable and are an important part of the climate and air control system of the entire large building.�
The glass panels of the dome have a special fascination for me in and by themselves: their glass seems to be �mirrored� on one side; thus their reflection and refraction change constantly according to the location, their angle of setting, the direction of light falling in, and of course the visitor�s position. I was fascinated by this.
Most visitors take a comfortable walk (almost) up to its top on the gently spiraling walkway inside the dome, wishing to enjoy that spectacular bird�s eye view of the reborn and rebuilt inner city of Berlin. Many visitors come here precisely for that purpose, and so did we.�
Furthermore, the dome platform features an interesting photographic display not only of the history of the Reichstag� building,� but also of important political and historic events of the hundred plus years of� Berlin as capital of Germany.
Did we have any guilt feelings because of our ruse? Nope, non at all: as octogenarians we feel we have earned the privilege to use our heads. Of course I conveniently forgot that only Richey is eighty....
Greetings and much love from Ziggy and Richey and Ziggy (a.k.Sigrid a.k.Sigi)
Richey in roof-top restaurant�Cocky? Sigrid in Roof-top Restaurant��Which way is up or down with this "Trunk"?��