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The night fell, and we left the tone-deaf punk singer singing back on Schleifmühlgasse; we had heard there might be a better concert at Karlsplatz.

It turned out the soundcheck that had taken place that morning was for the following day. Alas, there was no live music there; instead, we, a group of seven or so friends, enjoyed the warmth of the night for a while then moved on back to Café Amacord where we saw a great (no name) duo wailing on an electric guitar and a synthesizer and harmonica.

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And just like that, it should be spring. But it isn’t quite as warm in this part of the world right now, even though the rainy weather is just about right. We had been out late the night before, in the almost summer-like evening, but the sky was heavy with rain when we woke up. Despite this, the birds were up, and we could hear them through the open bedroom window. It’s funny, but there’s something about morning that makes us want to sing, too.

We were invited to a barbecue at some friends’ cottage, which they were renting for two weeks while waiting to move into a new flat in town. The cottage is by the Danube river, and boy what a spot it has. The area feels like a grandfather’s house, perhaps perfectly organized, not a weed in the lawn — the structure itself however, wasn’t quite run-down, but a bit shabby.

Cracking wood and tile-work, mixed with 1950’s flowery wallpaper and linoleum floor made you feel like you had traveled back in time.

On the grill we had ribs, corn on the cob, fish, and sausages of course — served with red cabbage sauerkraut and leaf lettuce with homemade dressing. While we gobbled (manneredly — if that’s possible), we endured the cold of an oncoming storm, and perused the items, junk if you will, scattered haphazardly about the yard around us.

We enjoyed all the way until when the storm broke, and with the bikes on which we came, we left. Even then, it wasn’t so unpleasant.

We talked about what we would do if we won the lottery. I think, even if we won, we would still be living pretty much the way we do now, but we would definitely be able to give more to the community (and a second bathroom…).

In the end, friends are always good in my book. Today, the word that keeps coming to mind is “lucky.” Or, is it Sunday that I’m thinking of?

The evenings lately have been filled with lukewarm air. It makes me think about nature, feeling free and what those feelings mean in life and why we are brought to remember them from time to time. Or we should be. While sitting on our balcony on this warm spring evening, studying the recently potted herbs (basil, thyme, parsley, cilantro and a no-name one), realizing they have grown a lot, almost doubled in size, it started raining and the air turned moist. It smells good.

We’ve been into listening to Radiolab and This American Life more often lately, while poking around in our sun filled flat. We’ve been reading the fictional work about Djingis Kahn together, literally. The story is haunting, but we can’t seem to put it down. There’s so much we did not know about the Mongolian people and their history.

And we read interesting articles about photography, work we admire:  a closer reading of roman vishniac brings up questions of truth and myth in photography. Fascinating. And a photographer whose beat was the world is a great review of the cartier-bresson exhibit now at the MOMA in NYC.

Closer to us, however,  recently it was the 100th anniversary of the death of the famous American writer Mark Twain, who turns out, lived and worked in Vienna and the reason for his stay, in what was then the imperial capital, was his daughter Clara’s musical ambitions.

The Wiener Festwochen recently kicked off, which is a cultural festival including music and performing arts. And coming up in June there’s the FIFA World Cup, when our street will be closed down to cars and accommodate flat-screen projections and outdoor seating. Exciting! And we are planning summer vacations and what to do and explore the next few months! Photo excursions for sure …

May is… (a short, poetic recap of the things of the month)
tulips, daffodils, lilacs, bluebells
fresh smelling air
rainbows, wet concrete shining in the sun
spring bouquets on the dining room table
increased visits and sittings on the balcony
volunteering at the dog shelter
following the buds on the “good” big tree outside our window
increased people watching through our wide-open windows
digging in pots and greens
asparagus, rhubarb, snap peas
the smell of soil
going from the lion like north wind to the sheep like spring breeze
colors in motion

And now for some of our friends’ thoughts on the topic:
(Ritin) – the month of Mary
(Eyal) – cherry blossoms
(Simone) – funky friends that, it just so happens, most are Geminis
(Rita) – flowers and fresh air
(Edin) – blooming flowers
(Karine) – longer days
(Silvia) – lilacs and birthdays
(Martin) – lilacs
(Bruno) – a variety of smells (?)