'Vienna,' said the doctor, 'the bed into which the common people climb, docile with toil, and out of which the nobility fling themselves, ferocious with dignity'.

-Djuna Barnes, 'Nightwood'.


But first: to find a bed!

I was pulling all the the strings today. My Grandmother's best friend from the 30s is a Wienerin. She spent a good while talking to me in German, correcting me for sounding too much like a brash Kraut and offering me contacts and references for accomodation.