Translation Through the Fog
I am about to go home to do my Czech homework. I might try to rustle me some tofu but I doubt it since every bleeding place is closed on Sunday (which I think is kinda weird but good for workers, yay!). I am fucking wired on coffee. The coffee seemed such a good idea at the time but now I'm just really fidgity.
Anyway I have developed a very fond love for Vienna. I saw a very good Finnish play called "We Are All Marlene Dietrich FOR" and despite it being kind of gross, having a live band that occasionally played metal, and even a little audience participation not one person left the theatre. Not even the uptight little old French lady standing besides me grumbling about how hot France is in summer. She totally waived her arms in the air like she just didn't care. It was rad.
I also saw a couple of movies at the outdoor theatre in the Augarten (weird French/Viennese public garden that serves beer and crepes and plays art films). I got very very cold watching Sans Soleil and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Maybe you are supposed to get drunk first?
Anyway I have developed a very fond love for Vienna. I saw a very good Finnish play called "We Are All Marlene Dietrich FOR" and despite it being kind of gross, having a live band that occasionally played metal, and even a little audience participation not one person left the theatre. Not even the uptight little old French lady standing besides me grumbling about how hot France is in summer. She totally waived her arms in the air like she just didn't care. It was rad.
I also saw a couple of movies at the outdoor theatre in the Augarten (weird French/Viennese public garden that serves beer and crepes and plays art films). I got very very cold watching Sans Soleil and The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari. Maybe you are supposed to get drunk first?