Good thing we won WWII or we might all be speaking Japanese!
don't tell the austrians that it's all german to you ! NO, NO, NO !
i did live in vienna for a year as a boy and had a wonderful time; visited for three weeks in 2001 with mrs h and still found it "enchanting" . it's hard to describe, but austrians/viennese are an easygoing people - there is always time for a cup of coffee or a glas of wine ! my style of living . hbg
Sounds wonderful, hb! When I grow up I want to travel too!
Vienna - that little country in the middle of Austria!!!!
:wink: They are so Werner, even have their own language.
I was married to a Vienna lady for 17 yrs - we visited often.
the neverending ...
wouldn't you agree that when you ask for a "coffee" and this is what is placed in front of you, the cares of the world seem to disappear at least temporarily ? (mind you, it's not cheap - but oh, so delightful !)
if you'd like to know a little more of the viennese coffeehouses, pls read below.
...VIENNA AND ITS COFFEE-HOUSES...
I certainly agree, hb...... Excellent link.
"Ah kleine braunen, bitte" grin
Ah! A girl can dream, can't she? The closest I can hope to come is International Coffee's "Cafe Vienna"! <sigh>
greetings from kangaroo paradise !
please don't disturb !
Tie me kangaroo down, sport...
australian sporting battle flag : the boxing kangaroo
The Boxer
Paul Simon
I am just a poor boy
Though my story's seldom told,
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocketful of mumbles,
Such are promises
All lies and jest
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest.
When I left my home
And my family,
I was no more than a boy
In the company of strangers
In the quiet of the railway station,
Running scared,
Laying low,
Seeking out the poorer quarters
Where the ragged people go,
Looking for the places
Only they would know.
CHORUS:
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages
I come looking for a job,
But I get no offers
Just a come-on from the whores
On Seventh Avenue
I do declare,
There were times when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
CHORUS
Then I'm laying out my winter clothes
And wishing I was gone
Going home
Where the New York City winters
Aren't bleeding me,
Leading me,
Going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of ev'ry glove that laid him down
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains
CHORUS
© 1968
