Monday, June 1, 2015

Taking a Sunday Noon Walk in Vienna's first district

It was not my intention, but somehow I traced the three monotheistic religions, beginning with a sad part of Austria´s history.

Tourists waiting in front of the Anker Uhr for the day´s highlight: At every full hour you can see another personality passing the bridge escorted by a suitable background music. The highlight is at 12 o'clock noon. At this time you see a parade of famous characters from history.

St. Georg´s Greek Orthodox church at Griechengasse reminds me a bit of a mosque, perhaps because it was built for the Ottomans.

And finally, this Church reminds me of Italy, because of the big place in front of it. There was a choir singing inside the moment I took the photograph. I liked to hear the silent voices coming from within.

Wednesday, May 20, 2015

We need to know more about you, Malcolm

Last week I've been to the bookstore here in Vienna to buy the autobiography of Malcolm X. I was astonished to hear that they didn't have it and that it is not available in German. So I ordered an English copy. Actually I am reading it at the moment and more and more admiring this man. It is unbelievable how black people suffered and still do. Debt is modern slavery he says and to me this is true. I recommend this book to everyone. A shame that there are no more German copies available. To me this is a classic, like Anne Frank's Diary.

Malcolm X, El Hajj Malik el-Shabazz, no more Little, modern hero, Muslim
© Magdalena von Wächter

Sunday, May 17, 2015

The sound of falling raindrops is one of the most beautiful sounds to me.

My private little garden in the city consists of a few flower boxes in my windows. There is so much joy in watching the plants grow.

Friday, May 15, 2015

"You can't be genuinely kind to others if you are not kind to yourself... When we don't feel threatened - by our own judgmental tendencies - we'll automatically become nicer." Moutasem Al-Hameedy

My Swedish grandfather Gösta Ollén with me in 1977, Dalarna. © Bertil Stilling

He was a journalist, and like most journalists he invented a lot of stories. In the end he himself believed they were true.