Archive for June, 2016

June 29, 2016

conversations with my coworkers – part 9

by ada

coworker: – Phew, it’s hot today! Are you gonna jump into your pool after work?

me: – Such a nice idea! Unfortunately I don’t have a pool, but good for you!

(five minutes later):

coworker: – Oh, it’s soooo hot today! You too should jump into your pool at home!

me: – Well, I actually do not have a pool at home.

(an hour later):

coworker: – I can’t bear with this heat anymore! I can’t wait to jump into the pool after work. You should totally do the same!

me: – I am a white trash immigrant. I grew up in poverty in Eastern Europe. I am now living in the house of horror the deepest hole of Austro-Balkan hell a service apartment of exactly 20 quadratmetres. I do NOT have a pool.

(at the end of our shift):

coworker: – And now we can finally go home and jump into the pool! Aren’t you happy to have a pool on a day like this? Go and jump into it as soon as you’re at home!

me:  – Yeah. That’s exactly what I’m gonna do.

(I spent my whole life, which is longer than I’d care to admit, in the belief that in order to take part in a conversation, it is necessary to listen to the others. Turns out I was completely wrong.)

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June 23, 2016

Feldkirch hearts

by ada

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June 19, 2016

things that make me happy

by ada

Just to keep record of some of the things that otherwise would be forgotten would I hold onto chronology too strictly; things that made my life better even if only for one short moment.

One of those things was eating cherries…

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…especially twin cherries:

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My bike, Priscilla. I bought her from a Portuguese girl who has since moved back home; and decided to keep the name she gave it (I am the queen of second third fourth tenth hand bikes):

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That my bike has “happy” written on it…

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…and that she is not the only happy bike out there:

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Things I find in my bed after Milo naps in it (a half meter long plastic toy tram, a ladle, and the naked leg of a Barbie doll, just to name a few):

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My new pink Adidas ballerinas (the only piece of pink clothing I’ve ever owned, I’m fairly sure). I got them at the mall called Mercury Centrum in České Budějovice:

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This mosaic. It reminds me of Wien:

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Cats on walls…

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…on doormats…

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…and in my work email:

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Deer on my new hoodie:

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The new Mma Ramotswe book:

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All the three and a half days of summer we’ve got this year (so far)…

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…which I used for going on bike rides…

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…and taking cable cars:

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This cheese I found at Merkur. It is so good (and it reminds me of last summer):

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That, after 5 months on raw food (and junk food), I can now finally cook again:

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That my room smells like elderflower:

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Móricka’s new manifesto: When I grow up, I will be Ada and I will take the train to places very very far and I will buy all the presents. (I feel like I’m turning into the American Auntie Rich Relative From The Other Side Of The Iron Curtain, a phenomenon I so badly envied from the neighbourhood kids while growing up in Socialist Hungary):

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Those 30.863 voters who turned over the elections (Obviously, I am not allowed to vote in Austria. But I still have my opinions about my pampered, twenty-years old coworkers with their houses and swimming pools, who all voted right radical because of “young blood” and “dahoam”):

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That I’m moving out of this house (the neighbours! Give me a lonesome island!)…

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…because I’m finally, finally leaving Linz. Not a day too early. My time here had so much in common with my last few Dutch months. The city that I failed to click with. The social isolation. The terrible weather (it was snowing yesterday! On the 18th of June!). The frustrating living conditions (the neighbours! Did I mention my neighbours!). The feeling that I’m stuck and that it’s not my fault. The general unhappiness this unfortunate combination brought on me. Truly, it were some miserable eight months. But it’s almost over now!

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June 12, 2016

the place where Liechtenstein meets Switzerland

by ada

Of all places of the world, Liechtenstein is the one I never gave any thought before my surprisingly adventurous last summer. People like me* usually have nothing to do with the tax paradise of Europe, and there is a reason for it, haha.**

* people coming from Eastern-European countries and living on nurses’ salaries

** there was that awkward moment, when I got confronted with the price of one single scoop of Liechtensteinian ice cream; it’s the equivalent of 4 euros in CHF. It made me immediately realise that despite having come a long way since my Socialist childhood, I’m still very, very far from blending in

Anyway. If you all of a sudden, under whatever circumstances, find yourself in Vaduz, as it happened to me simply by becoming a travel nurse, you really should take the time to visit the last remaining wooden bridge over the  river Alpenrhein.

You may take the bus there, because public traffic in Liechtenstein is excellent…

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…except when it’s not. Because it’s early in the morning. Or late in the afternoon. Or it is Saturday. Or Sunday. Or any other holiday.

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Fortunately, everything is in walking distance in Vaduz, so if you are too impatient to wait a whole hour for the next bus, just take the road and walk along some poetic scenario…

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…and a colourful industrial area…

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…until you reach the Alpenrhein…

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…and your destination, the Alte Rheinbrücke.

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It is 135 meter long…

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…and is made completely of wood.

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The original bridge was built in 1871. During the following 140 years it needed to be adjusted to the actual water capacity of the river several times.

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The last renovation took place in 2010. There is a small memorial plaque hanging inside of the bridge to one of construction workers, the carpenter Andreas Maier-Toth, who recently passed away. Similar to the half of this planet’s population, he too had Hungarian roots.

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Now walk over the bridge together with other creepy shadows fellow tourists.

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Once safely arrived in Switzerland…

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…consider your possibilities.

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You can either look over to Vaduz castle (remember, it’s full of living princes waiting for you to marry all of them)…

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…or admire the Swiss flora…

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…and fauna.

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Or you can just take a lazy bike ride along the river.

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This is also the place where, after a long, exhausting but fruitful career as a Swiss investment banker, you can finally retire and live for your hobbies.

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June 7, 2016

on the road

by ada

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June 1, 2016

Antonio Vivaldi: Aria “Sol da te mio dolce amore” from the opera “Orlando furioso” RV 728

by ada

I’m thinking about picking up my flute again a lot lately – is there a chance that it would make me as happy as it did before I made music to my profession and it made me seriously ill? I really can’t tell.

Of course music wasn’t the cause of the outbreak of my clinical depression. But right then, as it was happening to me, it really felt that way.

I haven’t played in four and a half years. That’s a long time. This piece would be a good place to start over.

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