strange how life can turn out. my best friend in vienna is the best friend of my once and future princess (aka, ex-girlfriend). confusing? both of them are called anna. i see anna more than anna. here we are together in my favorite late night hangout in vienna. it’s called alt wien and is one of the few cafés open really late in vienna. closing hours are variable, says anna, depending on the humour of the waiters and ambience, but on this wednesday night we were there until three-thirty in the morning, recounting mutual tales of romantic woe and exploring the psychology or rather the sociopathology of (wo)mankind.
strange thing with the smoking in vienna. all of these beautiful young women damning themselves to yellow teeth and a hacking cough in their thirties. but in alt wien, the cigarette takes on a twenties kind of glamour.
anna works part time in the skies with austrian airlines. if you are very, very lucky you will run into her some time when you are flying. we often meet the evening of her return to vienna. i will miss her while i’m away.