April 1, 2008
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Here in Austria, and especially in Salzburg, it really takes some time until the eternal winter changes to spring and then magically transforms into something foreigners call “summer”. But there are ways to experience the beauty of Salzburg without really having summer already. Still there are some things in the change from the cold to the warm you certainly won’t like to smell…
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Here in Austria, and especially in Salzburg, it really takes some time until the eternal winter changes to spring and then magically transforms into something foreigners call "summer". But there are ways to experience the beauty of Salzburg without really having summer already. Still there are some things in the change from the cold to the warm you certainly won't like to smell...
This weekend it was so warm and sunny, it was almost ridiculous because of the heavy snowfall that was going on in the same week. 22°C, some AC/DC in the car and a task: location scouting for our next shoot in the middle of April. As we were driving around I could smell the warm, spicy and forgiving scent of summer everywhere -- well except for Puch where it smelled of crap. For days.
That's one of the things the tourist information never tells you, and you won't smell it in the beautiful pictures of the Salzburgian pastures, the smell of freshly manured plains, fields and farms thanks to the ancient rural Austria
November 9, 2007
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Last evening I watched an interesting documentary on TV about the French Foreign Legion. If everything goes wrong in my life, I was pondering, then I’ll join them! Leaving everything behind, getting a new name, a new identity, even a new meaning perhaps.
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Last evening I watched an interesting documentary on TV about the French Foreign Legion. If everything goes wrong in my life, I was pondering, then I'll join them! Leaving everything behind, getting a new name, a new identity, even a new meaning perhaps.
Becoming a different person by extensive and cruel trainings and missions, never bound to worry about any meaning anymore. As gruesome as it sounded, it also bore a certain connotation of freedom hence to the uncreativity of thine own existence in the legion. [1. Reading this, it looks like a burn-out-syndrome is looming on my horizon...]
But a couple of minutes ago I was bringing out the trash only in jeans and a T-shirt when the cold Salzburgian wind blew and rattled on the blinds -- still it wasn't really cold, noting below 4 or 5°C. When returning after disposing of my garbage, the moment came when I totally rejected the thought of eventually becoming a legionnaire: It felt so terribly cold! I thought that I couldn't stand it any longer and I j
Last evening I watched an interesting documentary on TV about the French Foreign Legion. If everything goes wrong in my life, I was pondering, then I’ll join them! Leaving everything behind, getting a new name, a new identity, even a new meaning perhaps.
If you ever happen to drop by in the Leopoldstraße in Salzburg than make sure you got an hour or more on your hands and take some time to relax in the wonderful Café Fingerlos. It was the first café I dropped by in Salzburg when it was Open Door Day at the FH Salzburg in 2005 and Lisa and I were craving for some coffee. At the Fingerlos we found a great cup and something even tastier: Cakes, pies and ice cream. The best in town and probably nation wide.
On Monday evening Lisa and I visited the Kushi Hachi Japanese Restaurant in Salzburg and I’d like to tell the whole wide world about it.