About

Something like me, except the bloodletting

After all that has been said and done, life brings surprises all the time.

I am thirtysomething, a single parent to Boo the Rascal. I am a widow. My significant other R, a Viennese, passed away four days before New Year’s Eve in 2009. It was a great shock. I am surviving. I have to, I must, for the sake of my child. I know that somehow he expects that his mother doesn’t go insane, who is always present, very much alive.

Already on my 10th year in Vienna, the city is still a stranger to me, and I to her. Still, I have decided to stay here, forever. We are living in changing times, strange times, so I don’t wonder if Vienna and its people begin to suspect aliens flocking their city. I still dream that someday this city and the rest of Europe view foreigners without bigotry and indifference.

What is “Between Stations”?

As a constant user of public transport system, I always catch myself between stations. Always changing stops. Always waiting for the street cars to arrive.

And at the moment, I am also “between stations.”