my first and last x-mas rant
My office is at the Spittelberg in Vienna. The Spittelberg is a nice spot during the year, but it’s the ultimate horror in december, because of the “alternative” Christmasmarket that takes place there. Just imagine to write some kind of reasonable text after involuntary consumption of panpipe-music for 6 hours. It’s impossible!
Not to talk about drunken punch-lovers that kiss and hug before Your door (or even inside the house, like yesterday). Still, there is one good thing: The delicious Wildschwein/Wild Boar “Leberk