Charley Steidel

Charley Steidel by Nigel A JAMES

A Big Grey Elephant!

Charley Steidel's day was more than a big grey elephant!

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Farewells belong to the way that life is. And, sometimes these points in our lives are best understood when viewed through the distance of years. And this is how Charley Steidl remembers a day from long, long ago.

It was 1939. It was late summer, it was hot, and Charley was still only three. And, so strong and so deeply did this day impress him that it still swims on on the top of his thinking as a wonderful memory.

Because of the fine weather his family had decided to spend the day at the Viennese Prata, an amusement park just close to the centre of town. With its rides and swings and roundabouts it was a wonderful place for kids! And Charley even won an inflatable big grey elephant. He was happy and his world was in order! But, this magical day was not only for riding the fare, there was something even more important, and this was eating, and this was at the top of the list!

Lunch was spent at Emminger's, a restaurant very close to the Prata. Charley remembers that the meal was good, but he no longer recalls that which he had. And then after finishing lunch the party moved on to the Hauswirt another nearby eatery for afternoon coffee and cakes, and then, with the coming of evening, Charley's father ordered another main meal of roast goose and everything else that goes with it. The fun and the eating then carried on until late.

And, of course, it was much later in life that Charley realized the meaning of all of this eating. His family weren't being greedy, they were simply bidding farewell to the good times of plenty! And they were right! Within just a short space of time the dark clouds of hunger had eclipsed the fine days of not wanting for anything at all! The world was at war! There was not enough food to go round. All that was good was falling apart and the sun was not to come back for a very long time!

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Erich Kreutzer

Erich Kreutzer - by Nigel A JAMES

Erich Kreutzer

A Paradise of Peace

Travelling is not only discovery, it is also a door into our very own hearts. And, when Erich Kreutzer went off into the world he found he had much more in common with strangers from far away places than ever thought possible! And when he discovered Hawaii for himself, he found more than just palm trees and tropical beaches, he found an ancient philosophy as well. One so simple and sensational, that, if applied and taken to heart, could provide a paradise of peace for us all! And, so it was that he went to work on a spiritual mission to inform! The curtain was about to go up on an ancient tradition, the Hawaiian and Polynesian wisdom of Huna.

His aim was a book. But books, especially ones involving ancient philosophies of good need very much research. And, to this end, coincidences certainly help. As Erich was studying in libraries, talking to people and travelling the world he made a discovery. Barack Obama was, whether knowingly or unknowingly, applying the Huna principles to his life and his work. Erich was no longer spiritually alone.

And Erich's book came to be and was published in 2013. And Barack Obama is the man upon whom it is based. This is not a political book as such, but, I'm sure it would not only be a great help for those in positions of power, but definitely the rest of us, too! Of course, there's a lot more to it, too. In it, Erich takes us with him on his journey of discovery. He takes us to the past, the future, and to where we are now without even knowing it!

This book is a door into a truth, and is worth every minute of the reading it takes! Enjoy it and digest it!

Erich J. Kreutzer's book is titled “Obama President & Kahuna”

Published by ikon. ISBN 978-3-99023-200-2

for more info,-

www.presidentandkahuna.com

Poem for October

I Remember, I Remember

by Thomas Hood - 1799 – 1845

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I remember, I remember,

The house where I was born,

The little window where the sun

Came peeping in at dawn:

He never came a wink too soon,

Nor brought too long a day,

But now, I often wish the night

Had borne my breath away!

I remember, I remember,

The roses, red and white,

The violets, and the lily-cups,

Those flowers made of light!

And where my brother set

The laburnum on his birthday,-

The tree is living yet!

I remember, I remember,

Where I used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!

I remember, I remember,

The fir trees dark and high;

I used to think their slender tops

Were close against the sky:

It was a childish ignorance,

But now 'tis little joy

To know I'm farther off from heaven

Than when I was a boy.

Margarete Mizera - by Nigel A JAMES

Margarete Mizera

A Night in the Hay!

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When travelling back in our thoughts to long, long ago, it is, more-often-than-not, that the nice people of then are the ones who come right to the front of our minds! And, once upon a time, there was a friendly policeman who deeply impressed a very young lady. And, 50 years later, Margarete Mizera – for she was that very same person – still remembers him well!

The day was coming to a close, and Margaret and her husband had just completed a strenuous 7 hour climbing tour. They were not only exhausted, but tired and hungry as well; and, of course, they were looking for a bed for the night. But it was summer and very high season, and, in the beautiful Austrian mountains of Styria where they had gone for a week there wasn't a bed to be found. They had tried everything. They had knocked on every door, and they had even considered sleeping under the bridge, but, with a storm coming up they were desperate. A night in the mountainous open with no shelter at all was not such a very good thing!

But then, through the darkness of desperate thinking came shining a light. In front of them, and not far away, was the village police station. And, why not?

And the policeman was an angel. Although his police station cell was full, he knew of a way! And then, before they knew what was happening, Margarete and her husband were in the back of a police car, a very small VW Beetle, and being taken to a farm on the side of a mountain. And their luck was still in.

The farmer was their second angel of the day, he had no rooms, all were taken, but, what he had to offer was not only a night in his barn, but also a delicious evening meal! And they needed it, and they were thankful.

And, as Margaret and her husband lay wearily down to sleep in the hay, they could hear from outside the rain and the storm in all its great fury. They were warm and they were safe, and, as they peacefully dreamt the morning gradually came, and with it another surprise.

The farmer and his wife had prepared an unimaginably fantastic breakfast – the best they could offer! And, so it was, that the next mountain was climbed with not only a very full feeling, but, also a heart full of thanks! The policeman and his friend will never be forgotten!  

The Hungarian Wine Harvest

An Hungarian Wine Corn Dolly - by Nigel A JAMES

Watching Eye!

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All over the world the wine harvest is reaching its peak. The days are getting shorter and the scent of the winter is already high up in the wind. And, the bringing in of the wine is a time of great joy, and in the Hungarian wine lands it is celebrated in a very traditional way!

And this celebration which is called Mulatsag Bors (Wine celebration) involves home-made corn dollies. Tradition has it that that these sometimes larger than life and always beautiful corn dollies not only protect the harvest, but magically become the soul and the spirit of the future wine, too!

And, that's why many Hungarian wine farmers still carry on with this ancient tradition. At this time of year there are many corn dollies to be seen, and this is good so. Maybe, after-all, there is some truth in the power of this tradition! Hungarian wine is, without any doubt at all, up at the top with the best!

Hungarian Autumn

Gerhard Berent

Gerhard BERENT  photo by Nigel A.  JAMES

 Spot On! A Very Light Life

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There are many ingredients which go to make up good theatre. One needs, amongst other things, a very good story, exciting scenery, make up to produce the unrecognizable, and, of course, an audience to match. But, without one vital component, the stage as we know it would be lifeless and dull, and, this magic component that makes all of the difference is the lighting; and, as Gerhard Berent knows only too well, stage lighting means very much more than a bulb and the flicking of a switch!

Gerhard saw the light very many years ago, and his company provided all that was needed for the perfect illumination of those moments of magic that build on the fantasy of that which is about to come true! 

But, of course, there comes a time in most people’s life when a change of direction is necessitated by the number of years that one has to one’s credit. Most people give up!  But not Gerhard. He is now more active than ever!  As a freelance journalist and photographer, he now writes for the theatre lighting trade press.  And, his articles and essays are just as illuminating as his lights used to be! And, this has to do with the style of his writing.

And style, in part, is ingredients, too.  His life, until now,  wasn’t narrow at all, in fact, it had angles of excitement that provided the broad base of experience that shows in his work.  His life was theatre, it was family,  it was traveling, it was reading, and, it was studying. And, apart from his native German, Gerhard is fluent in English and Italian, too. French, he says, will be his next language!  And, what’s next is that which is now.  Gerhard has no intention of bringing down the final curtain.  The last act will happen when it happens.  

Mimin Voll

Mimin Voll - Photo by Nigel A  JAMES

Chains of Colours Unchained

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It is so, that, when people go in search of new and distant shores, they take with them, deep within their hearts, part of the soul of the land of their birth. And, when she left her home to follow her dreams, Mimin Voll took with her the colours of her native Indonesia. And that was more than twenty years ago.

And now, here in Vienna, with her new life no longer new, these colours of her far away and far-past land are still just as strong - and just as deep – and just as true - as they have ever been. And, within the course of time, the dream that she dreamt has now taken-wing - and flown in the splendour of the jewellery she makes. 

And, Mimin’s latest collection is really something quite special.

Her creations suit entirely the people who wear them.  Bearing all of the features of fire, wind, water and air, they amazingly pick out each individuals strengths, and enhance them in a volcanic, and yet very peaceful, magical way!

And, the magic is set to continue. Mimin is now working on her autumn collection, which, thanks to the fullness of her creative depths and her far-away ideas, promises to be just as powerful - and just as colourful as her Indonesian soul – a soul which is melting into ours!

Evelyn Dawid

Evelyn Dawid - photo by Nigel A JAMES

All Boxed In

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Travelling is all about the meeting of surprises, some big and some small, and the box which traveller Evelyn Dawid discovered whilst visiting the castle of Taso in South Tirol proved to be more of an astonishment than anything else! It was no ordinary box. It was big and it was down in the cellar!

And, it was down below ground because it was there that the servants were quartered. And this enormous great box was made just for them. For it was there in this vastness of wood that they slept! Not just one or two or three or four, but more than thirty - and all at the very same time. Of course, it all sounds very cosy and nice, but, in reality it must have been awful.

And it was bad because of the unimaginable. At the end of each day, with everyone packed safely inside, the lid was let down and wasn't opened till morning! What about the air, and how did they suffer the smells and the sounds? And, what if they had to get up in the night? Unanswerable questions! But one thing is clear, upstairs it was life as was normal! The duke and his family enjoyed nothing but the best of the best of normal aristocratic everyday luxury life. Beds and no boxes for them!

But, why the box for the servants? Could it have been to stop them from escaping? Or, was the duke afraid of being murdered in his sleep? Or, was he simply a very nice generous man. After all, what could have been better than a nice cosy warm box on a cold winter's night in a freezing cold unheated cellar?

We will never find out! But, one thing is clear. The more travelling we do, the more we encounter! And, I wonder what Evelyn Dawid will bring back from her next far-away journey. Something of interest, I'm sure!

P.S. South Tirol has a history! It used to be part of Austria, but is now part of Italy. Castel Taso is the Italian name for the Austrian name Burg Reifenstein. Both are correct.

Poem for September

Over the Sea to Skye - by Nigel A  JAMES

Over the sea to Skye

by Robert Louis Stevenson

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Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,

Say, could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye.

Mull was astern, Rum on the port,

Eigg on the starboard bow;

Glory of youth glowed in his soul:

Where is that glory now?

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,

Say, could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye.

Give me again all that was there,

Give me the son that shone!

Give me the eyes, give me the soul,

Give me the lad that's gone!

Sing me a song of a lad that is gone,

Say, could that lad be I?

Merry of soul he sailed on a day

Over the sea to Skye.

Billow and breeze, islands and seas,

Mountains of rain and sun,

All that was good, all that was fair,

All that was me is gone.

Anita Enichelmaier

Anita Enichelmaier - photo by Nigel A JAMES

The Now Known Unknown Ifs of Then!

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Mainly, we are how we are because of where we were born.  An Englishman is English through and through, and, a Frenchman can only be French!  But, what happens when the goal posts are moved?

Shortly after the First World War, a large area of Western Hungary voted to become part of Austria.  Overnight, millions of people became something other than that they were born as, they all became Austrians!  And, with this change came very many “ifs”. And, for very many people, these questions are just as important as ever. And, Anita Enichelmaier has very many “ifs” in her life!

What if the vote had gone the other way?  Anita would have been Hungarian and not Austrian, and, she would have grown up speaking Hungarian, and, more than likely, fluent in Russian, as well.  And, there would have been other differences, too.  Instead of having her eyes to the west, she would have surely looked east.  Budapest, not Vienna, would have been the place to go shopping, and, maybe, even Moscow for school!  Who Knows?

Of course, not everyone voted to become Austrian, and, many families suddenly found themselves unhappily split. As well as a brand new system, there was also a brand new language.  Life wasn’t easy, German wasn’t easy to learn, and, for many the upheaval was very hard indeed.

And Anita?  What if the change had never taken place?  She would be just as happy in the little Hungarian village of Nagypeterfalva as she is in the Austrian village of Großpetersdorf.  They are, after-all, the very same place - and people - on the whole, never change.  We are, in reality, how we are because of ourselves - and not the flag we were born to!  Some people walk into change, whilst for others, it comes in the night!

Andrea Klar

Andrea Klar - by Nigel A JAMES

The Gathering of Threads

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The art of true weaving is the gathering of thoughts and putting them as one in a woven display of colourful reflection. And weavers, just like Andrea Klar, have much to relate, and for them this is good so, for their medium is one of the finest of all. And, becoming one of the finest, as Andrea can confirm, requires more than just learning!

It is the seeing eye and the openness of feeling that count. They are essential for the inspiration that takes root and expands before moving on into patterns and then into works. And, Andrea's creativity is based mainly on the places she visits, and Baden near Vienna, the small town where she lives, is a more-than perfect hub for her travels abroad.

From England come her feelings for the softness of watery expression, from Scandinavia come the fine natural shades of the pastel, from Holland the tumult of maritime storms, and, from Italy – one of her favourite countries – come the very stark colours of passionate life; and these are the colours that show most in her work!

And her work is not only herself, but also the people she knows. Along the way she has managed to build up a string of connections that count very much in more than one way. People, too, are inspirational. Nature provides the colour, it us who make up the threads!

And Andrea's thread is set to continue. The art of true weaving is the gathering of thoughts and putting them as one in a woven display of colourful reflection, and Andrea's ideas keep coming and coming, and, as long as they come, so will her work!

Woven Southern Life!  Work by Andrea Klar

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Doris Kalus

Doris Kalus - photo by Nigel A JAMES

They who come out of the Trees

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The winter was in and the cold had gone through to the core. It was almost dark, and whilst waiting for friends to go jogging, I noticed a woman at the edge of the trees. It seemed very unusual, and, what she was doing aroused an interest in me, and so, I went over to talk.

As I got nearer, I saw she was filling a row of about thirty small bowls with food. I wondered why. And then the reason came out of the woods! Not one – but many!

And then Doris Kalus explained. Each year, hundreds of cats run away from their homes in Vienna, and, in the Vienna Woods some find a new and more natural habitat. And everything is fine until the smoothness of summer passes into the hardness of winter! For it is then that the  hunger sets in!

And, so it is, that Doris goes everyday without fail to the woods. For the run-away cats she is an Angel in person. And she explained further. As the winters continue, the number of cats coming for supper gets fewer and fewer. No one knows how many cats there actually are in the Vienna Woods, but, considering the dangers involved, it is a miracle that any survive. There are foxes, owls, and, of course, the many cars on the roads that criss-cross the woods.

And why? Years ago, Doris had a cat, and he, too, like many others felt the call of the wild and was never seen again! Maybe, he went to the forest. Who knows! And, could it be that he is still there? After-all, some cats do survive for years in the open.

And maybe, one day, he, too, will be amongst those who come out of the trees!

Nj  

The Appleby Chimes

Listen to another short but true tale from the Appleby Chimes!  Invisible Treasure!
My sister who lives in Devon is a patchwork artist.  But, her pictures are different!

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Hermina Katharina Jinga

Hermina Katharina Jinga

Hermina Katharina Jinga - by Nigel A JAMES

Rock Hard Rumanian Steel

Faces show nothing of the characters they hide, and, expressions – being only questions or statements – do nothing to enlighten the depths of achievement and thinking that dwell in the shadows of us all. And, strength, too, is not easy to find.  Sometimes, it is obvious, but, only too often it is hidden by a cloak of humble simplicity.  And, if you were to believe that Hermina Katharina Jinga is both humble and meek, you would be wrong!  For this lady of years is not only a person of steel, but also a character of rock hard decision!

Coming from a family which was broken by war,  Hermina Katharina Jinga grew up with hunger, hardship and struggle as companions; and, so it was, that after practically educating and bringing herself up, she succeeded in her dream of becoming a teacher.  But, her young life had not only been bad, there had been blessings as well; and these were the people who helped her. And help, when received, has to be passed further; and she was in just the right place.

As teacher, and now headmistress of a Bucharest school, she realized that many of the children whom she knew had not even the faintest idea of where their food came from. These kids were all typical Bucharest townies! And the answer was simple.  A centre! And so it came to be, that deep within the Rumanian countryside, Hermina Katharina Jinga’s  “Kinderbauenhof” was born!  And,  this “farm for young people” took off!

In 12 day cycles, kids not only discovered the innocent truth of chickens and eggs and potatoes and cabbage, but also the hidden realities of slaughter.  Breakfast, dinner and tea,  they found out, were nothing other than last links of a chain! But, as Hermina Katharina Jinga discovered, the beautiful Rumanian countryside had another side, too!

And this was the side of the Romany children!  They were the complete opposite of the townies.  They knew and understood all about chickens, pigs and eggs, but were sadly lacking in schooling and study.  These were the ones who needed the most!  And so, at the end of every school holiday, the Kinderbauenhof  becomes a day centre of learning  and warmth for these children of need.  And here, the results are not good – they are amazing!

A great many of the Romany kids who passed through the day centre have succeeded in their education, and, thanks to their success, they  have managed to move on to conventional lives!  Dignity, the most valuable thing of all, is now what they have in their pockets, and all thanks to Hermina Katharina Jinga!  A lady of not only vision, but great and lasting achievement as well.

Ida Leo

Ida Leo

On Your Marks – photo by Nigel A. JAMES

Ida Leo

Leaving Her Mark

Finding something to do whilst whiling away long hours of retirement wasn't a problem for Mrs. Ida Leo of Canada. And, what she came up with has certainly added an element of familiar colour to long winter evenings of intensive indulgence in the books of one's choice!

Reading is enjoyed by very many people, and, bookmarks are as essential to readers as are brushes to painters, and, bookmarks, until Aida reinvented them, were nothing other than functional strips to indicate one's place in a book! But, that was then!

Now things are different. Aida's bookmarks have not only made history, they have become history - and all in a personalized manor! It all started in 2001. Ida was reading War and Peace for the third time, and, instead of using an old shopping list as a bookmark as she usually did, she, without thinking, saved her place with a photo of her daughter. And so, the next time when she picked up this unputtable-down book, the first thing that she saw was the smile of her daughter! And it was good so!

And, very, very soon, the rest of her family were catching up on their personal pasts with bookmarks by Ida, and it didn't stop there. Word spread, and within a short space of time, Ida was receiving pictures through the post to convert into bookmarks.

And now, reading and remembering has become something more liquid, This lady of humor and two cycles of forty has expanded her range with personalized coasters. And what could be better? Old family snaps in dusty forgotten boxes in attics, or, where they have prominence of place? Thanks to Ida, the second choice, for very many people has become the obvious option. And, Ida's long evenings of winter are no longer long. They have become short, too short, with plenty to do! Everyone, it seems, just can't wait for a book mark by Ida.

The New Age of Cycling

Listen to this short tale from the Appleby Chimes.  Paris Maderna is demonstrating his latest invention!

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Captain Otto Herold

 Otto Herold Whilst Making Adjustments - photo by Nigel A.  JAMES

Destination Unknown

It was the 21^st of December 1975; it was going to be a wonderful Christmas.  The snow, combined with the smells of roasting chestnuts and Glühweine, had put Vienna in a super Advent mood, and, with only 3 more days to go, the city was revving up for its last minute holiday rush! And then it happened.  An event so serious, that, as Austria struggled to come to grips with the enormity of the situation, the rest of the world looked hopelessly on!  The notorious terrorist, Carlos, with a band of Palestinian and German  accomplices had taken over the OPEC council of minister’s meeting and were holding OPEC staff and 11 oil ministers hostage; and, one of them was the most powerful of all, Sheik Yamane of Saudi Arabia!  A blood bath, it seemed, was about unfold!

With 4 already dead, the Austrian government was not about to, nor could it, take any chances, so, bearing in mind the importance of life, all of the terrorist’s demands, including a message read at 2 hourly intervals on the radio, and a plane to take them to freedom were agreed.  But of course, a plane needs a crew!

Otto Herold was a young co-pilot with Austrian Airlines at the time, and, when the call for volunteers came he needed just a quick thirty minutes!   If he were to be needed, he would be the one for the cock-pit!  And so it was, on the morning of the 22^nd December, 1975, Otto Herold and captain Manfred Pollak were ready and waiting in their fully fuelled Austrian Airline’s DC9, and ready to go to “destination unknown”.

The passengers, both terrorists and hostages, boarded, and all went off very well.  The two pilots experienced no real problems, but, there is, however, one small thing that still sticks out in Otto Herold’s mind.  Because there were no hostesses on board, Otto volunteered to serve the passengers with coffee.  This was no problem, and, all on board were thankful for the refreshment; that is to say, all except one!  One of the hostages, an oil minister, rudely rejected the offer of coffee, and whilst pushing the coffee angrily away, demanded a tea!  Unfortunately, he, too, had to make do with coffee.  The crux, however, came when Otto went to collect the dirty cups.  One of the terrorists, a Palestinian, stopped him, and, instead, forced the now “non too happy” complaining and demanding minister to clear up the dirties!  There were no more passenger complaints for the rest of the flight!

The trip came to an end in Algiers where the last of the hostages were released.  Carlos  and his gang then disappeared, and Otto and Captain Herold were then flown back to a sad and very much shocked Vienna. And Christmas?

That year it was different.  It was more an occasion of relief  mixed with sorrow. People had been killed, and Austria, a small central European peace loving country, had been wounded.  “Why us” was everyone’s question.

And Captain Pollok and Otto Herold?  Volunteering for what they did was a very brave act, and both were subsequently decorated for their courage.  Of course, both continued flying and Otto Herold was promoted to captain.  But, captains can never stop flying!

Now, happily in retirement, Otto Herold is still very much behind the controls, and his fleet of model planes is impressive. However,  no models can replace the Viscounts, the DC 9s or the airbuses  which he once flew, but, flying is flying and the take-offs and landings, just like life, are still just as exciting as then!

Nj.

Markus Tripolt

 Short Blooming Beauty

There's an artist in Vienna who is making quite a stir with his work. His name is Markus Tripolt and he's a Fasadler. And his work not only adds colour and fun to colourless buildings, it is also makes memories as well, for it is the unusual that hardens like concrete in minds!

And, what Markus is doing goes back a very long way; in fact, more than 25 years. Markus was a decorator, and he was good. But then he discovered his feelings for what now has become his main-stay in life. And that which he does can only be compared to the beauty of flowers. Both are temporary. And his latest work, the colouring of a derelict service station in Hietzing, a district of Vienna, is a perfect example of the short livedness of most of his work. The service station is about to be demolished, meaning, his work will never grow old, in fact, it will never see more than four or five weeks!

But, Markus's work is social as well. All of his projects involve young unemployed people. And, what he does is amazing. He not only provides young people with a valuable insight into art, he gives them much needed hands on experience as well. Each project involves art tuition and discussion; meaning a new insight into a world, that was, in most cases, not fully understood and appreciated. And, just as importantly, a new view of becoming a craftsman or woman. Two new directions in one! But, neighbourhoods, too, have feelings.

Markus's projects are guaranteed to awaken the slumbering feelings of all those nearby. Whilst commercial colour in the form of uninteresting supermarkets is accepted without question, art in the form of painted about to be demolished buildings is often considered as suspect. Art is something else! But, in the case of the service station in Hietzing, opinions are remarkably positive.

But, of course. Markus needs funds for his work! He has completed a limited edition of plates to help in this direction. For Euro 400, you, too, can help with the providing of direction for unemployed youngsters. Please see Markus's web-site for details.

But, if you do wish to see the service station in Hietzing, and you are in Vienna, please hurry, it has but a short time to live. It is next to the VHS – Hietzing. And, if you do take the trouble, this island of spectacular colour will stay put in your mind for ever!

Go, see and enjoy!

www.tripolt.com

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