I find it very difficult to photograph grand buildings. But there is an aspect with this shot that I quite likejust have a closer look at this guy:… mending the roof of the Stephansdom, rather brave, isn’t he?
But now; if I am to review my visit to Vienna, I have to admit that in spite of all the depressive & gloomy stories about Austria, written by excellent authors like; Ingeborg Bachmann, Thomas Bernhard, Elfride Jelinek, Peter Handke, Robert Musil, R. M. Rilke …etc. (a very impressive list, isn’t it?!), I must admit I have had the most wonderful time in this city. And I will go back, because there are so many places I didn’t get to visit this time.
On my last day in Vienna I visited Sigmund Freud’s house in Berggasse 19. Freud’s apartment and office is today a museum documenting the life and work of the founder of psychoanalysis. Freud lived and worked in this house from 1891 until 1938, when he was forced by the National Socialists to flee with his family into exile in England.
Most of the interior things in the house are today in the Freud Museum in London. But large photos shows us how the flat looked when it was still in use. I used to think of the therapy room as a kind of neutral space, a place dedicated to inner life and images, and therefore rather un- or simply decorated. But Freud’s rooms were really loaded, full of all his small sculptures and figurines and archeological objects, of pictures and books and rugs. However could people focus on themselves in surroundings like these, I wonder?
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