Serbian bean soup and cabbage soup Burgenland style. how multi-kulti is that? ;)
Returning here is most of the times like a passage through a story-book. Flooded in flowers and myriads of colours, Eisenstadt is a wonder at this time of the year.
[Share the joy]
[Things in a row]
She has enchanted trees dressed in colourful clothes.
She has wondrous pencils hanging in front of her door, so the world doesn't lose its colour.
She has the magic power to make you forget the Alltag - the dull every-day - once you step beyond her threshold. Maria Theresia Rittsteuer. In Neusiedl am See, in the magic Burgenland.
Openness is the quality of being open, says the dictionary. Graz approves and brings forth design, freshness, youth, history and the best ice cream I have ever eaten. Yes, I can indeed open my heart to/in/for Graz. [walk in the street]
You can avoid looking straight into its eyes,
by looking left, or right, or even hiding your head behind a pole,
time flies and we are mere passengers through its tunnel.
And so it was. The absolutely perfect rainbow, spreading from one edge of the world to the other, so vibrant and touchable that it took all my strength not to jump from the bus taking me to the airport and try to catch the colours in my fist.
The tiny old blackberry did a good job thou: it offered me a memory of this wonderful morning! And I am grateful for having seen it and captured it - as poorly as it came out, but nevertheless... Sky watch.