Por Flávio Marcus da Silva
I’m alone in Vienna… It’s such a beautiful city, and it smells so good… I’m feeling great here.
Now I’m walking purposeless near the Hofburg Palace. I buy a cappuccino to take and seat in front of a church that looks like a synagogue, but it’s not, because there are Christian symbols on its façade. An old woman enters the temple, talking to herself in German. I love the sound of this language. It’s a little harsh and angry, but I’m harsh and angry too, so… it’s like me… and I like myself.
I’m using my bad English for everything here. It seems everybody speaks English in this city, so I can talk to people, visit museums and learn a lot of things about this country, its history and culture. I’d like to live here…
Now I’m going to the House of Mozart, a museum dedicated to the life and work of the great Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, one of the most famous Austrian musicians. The building was Mozart’s residence from 1784 to 1787. It’s amazing!
Now I’m drinking a glass of red wine at Pizzeria Venezia and writing on my travel diary. I did a lot of things this morning. I visited two English bookstores, two museums and three churches, and walked a lot. I’ve just asked another glass of wine and a seafood pizza. Delicious!
I’m walking again. I enter the Strobelgasse, walk a little bit and stop at Café Diglas, where I eat an apple strudel. This pastry is awesome! It’s called here Apfelstrudel. I used to eat it in Prague, but Vienna’s is better.
I don’t want to go back to Brazil. No. My family… I love my family so much, but I can’t help feeling this attraction… It’s so powerful! I’m a strange in Brazil… a kind of weirdo, a monster… I can’t stand it anymore.
I really love being alone abroad, thinking, writing, learning, knowing myself better… I need that.
Now it’s time. I go to St. Stephen Square and into the St. Stephen’s Cathedral. I climb the tower, 600 steps until the top… up, up, up ———————–
I’m here. I find a little door to the outside platform. I see the big square down there, people moving like ants on the ground. I feel the wind on my face… through my beard… I’m happy because…
Someone is coming. “It’s forbidden to stay out here, Sir, it’s dangerous”, the guy says. “Sure”, I say, “I’m just…” Then I jump.
Now I’m flying… I see the big square approaching, the people… Silence is coming… down, down, down… BOW! —–//