(Afternoon! Donaukanal)
I'm going on the bike quietly. A silent stranger biker comes to me and greets to me.
I respond gently to your greetings with a smile.
(10 minutes ago) I'm sitting on the Stephansdom Square. I took my bike in front of me. I am enjoying the beautiful day and say hello to the 3rd day of Ramadan. I had too much to eat and I'm under the influence of the insatiable turkish teas. I am looking for an architectural solution to the public toilet problem in this city. Aside from the pain of my head, the time of the Sahur is relaxing me. I close my eyes, I dream of the Suleymaniye Mosque. I'm getting up and riding my bike down the road to the Donaukanal. For a moment I imagine this canal as Golden Horn… a moment…
(20 minutes ago) giving greetings to friends and leave the place in jokes. The road downhill, changing the mood of the city in a short time. How the First Vienna is different from the other brothers! I go quickly from Karlsplatz to Kärntner Straße.
... The approaching gentleman is smiling. He says the bike lamps are not working. Which I say, both of them says.
(iftar time) You will be on time when you are invited. The biggest problem in time to come given, it is to be alone in moments. Homeowners calling the other guests and says hopefully they will come. And looking at the food, who is eating these things and winking at me.
It's like the night time. I understand that amongst the questions that have been asked of me is a policeman in sportswear. and I'm starting to grin. Questions are starting to come constantly. I speak German fluently (Usual I don‘t. English is also ...) and I'm trying to understand the officer in charge.
Then we look at the front wheel in the air to see if the lamps are on. This is the problem of using classic bike. But the dynamo is really inexpensive. At that time, an interesting tool in his hand is asking for identity and trying to get something out of the bag that is never used. He looks at my identity and asks if I am a Muslim. I call it a real Muslim, even if it is the effect of Ramadan. …Laughing…. Please blow for 5 seconds regularly, he says. I am making a joke on myself when I'm in the effects of the teas I drink. I wonder how much tea makes the influence of alcohol. The result is a huge zero. With the visual effect of my white jacket and my bike, the officer smiles well in the advice and says good night.
(On the way home at night ... in front of Schönbrunn palace)