Vienna tried to steal my head!
I loved Vienna. Most of it. Not the Flackturm by the beautiful apartment (graciously loaned to us by P's friend). Was slightly amusing that it took some time to get our Viennese contacts to admit it existed. Evidentally this 16 story structure of solid concrete is part of the history everyone would rather forget. Who can blame them, considering that during WWII these things were topped with anti-aircraft guns and "jewheads" ? (That phrase really takes me back. It sounds like rabbit's foot, something we take for granted as not belonging to anything alive. So when I heard it in the restaurant I didn't hear it, if you know what I mean.) The locals recently tried to blow it up but stopped when they realized that the blast necessary to fell it would also topple an entire district of the city. So now they just pretend they aren't there, The Hate Towers in the Mist.
No, no. I am not so small-minded as to think of this the entire visit. Only when I fell off a cool eagle-shaped junglegym and did some kinda horrid somersault on steel cables and the side of my neck bulged out did I think the Flackturm was out for another jewhead.
Bad tower! Bad tower!
No, no. I am not so small-minded as to think of this the entire visit. Only when I fell off a cool eagle-shaped junglegym and did some kinda horrid somersault on steel cables and the side of my neck bulged out did I think the Flackturm was out for another jewhead.
Bad tower! Bad tower!