Within two weeks I´ll have left here. The change will be welcome. I do not feel much sadness. But I will miss Vienna nevertheless, a city I explored and discovered wholly on my own. The Budvar (the Czech stuff, not the American) Krügln in Schweizarhaus, on its dirty beer mats. How could I possibly not like a city where half the bill´s room is reserved for Krügln (half a litre of beer), knowing beforehand that this will be the greatest hit of the menu, and the other half for all other drinks?
