On Tour with Mr T (Part II)

Interrupted sleep. Wilde dreams. With a creative vein being alert another drawing emerges. With an inner drive, a constant writer whenever it occurs, the drawing takes off emerging as a scene of love, has subtle erotic charges sparking from the drawing.

There’s green tea for the early morning tea, as used to, from long years spent in the South of Africa. The temperature has dropped a few degrees and my nose is clogged up a bit. However, washing and cleaning teeth is a pleasure and not a burden as for others.

This morning we reached the breakfast hall in the first floor timeously, as they close down accurately at 9:30am. Vladis, the doorman and general helper, if asked for, is always ready for Mr T’s special errands or wishes for providing personal information.

Mr. T speaks to a young woman, called Diane, who assists fleet-footed and beats her age of 22 by many years. Petite and active with a sweet smile, she is not only reacting instantly to his wishes but is friendly and polite. Mr T in his role as master, don, and VIP, has found the service he desires in this lass suitable to his demeanor.

After breakfast, Mr. T will settle down, search for the second used phone he uses in Slovakia and call some friends and acquaintances. I have to dial the telephone numbers he dictates me from his Austrian phone, as the keyboard on the well-used Nokia phone is to small for his limited eyesight. As he calls a friend who acts as caretaker for the Jewish cemetery to visit the cemetery, I do not agree that this is such a good idea to do today, as the temperature had dropped a few degrees. His arguments are based on his duties as a religious Jew, while my thinking relates to common sense, having been on our feet long enough the last two days. It’s time to plan and catch the next train from Ptrcalka to Vienna, but I cannot influence Mr. T with reasonable time management, as he is discarding that with the argument of causing him too much stress. So, I fear more hours outside in the cold biting air.

Musing in between Mr T’s phone calls, I stare at a free wall space in front of the bar and lounge area. I take my notebook and start sketching out an idea for a painting that I would propose there. I sketch a triptych for the 6 meters long and two meters high canvas that’ll fit in three equal pieces into the empty space, enhancing the dead space next to a spiral staircase to the first-floor conference areas and the breakfast buffet and sitting areas. I am convinced it’ll be a tremendous improvement. I would think that one could agree on a theme, like some historical aspect that happened in the city of Bratislava. Well, certainly it would be expressed with a contemporary artistic view. However, I certainly would ask our friend, Jury, a historian for some advice on historical aspects to pick from and see how this could work out for an artistic reflection to be tested for a possible presentation. Mr T notices my sketching and I tell him about my idea for the empty wall space. Aha, he says. Will he help to contact the respective board of directors? I will work at my idea first to bring it to a first viable sketch presentation level.

The Easy Taxi arrives and Vladis has our luggage ready. First stop at Rolli, whose printing office would help to distribute the three reproductions and info that Mr T would distribute to some addresses, he obtained from the Israeli Embassy. Rolli is a friendly easy going friend of Mr T, always helpful with giving away notebooks for me and notepaper to Mr T. The cab driver is already impatiently waiting for us outside. When he drives us to the cemetery, he asks for three times the amount for a single short trip and fortunately, I still have some cash left to pay him. Mr T complains, but obviously, the cab driver is correct, as Mr T chatted with Rolli for half an hour. I bring the luggage to the gate of the cemetery’s entrance while Mr T rings his friend. Finally, with our luggage inside and the gate locked, we are on our feet to visit the graves of Mr T’s grandparents. By the time we return, the ice-cold wind has blown through our coats. Another call to the Easy Taxi Company is not successful. Mr T thinks my telephone number is incorrect, but also the calls from his friend’s phone are unsuccessful until she calls general information, who call for her confirming our telephone numbers as correct. In the end, it’s the cab company’s switchboard that is switched off due to great demand probably, and the cab driver who arrives, confirms that. He has a full beard and he had trouble finding work in Czech discriminating him as a Muslim.

Finally, having made it to the train station Ptrcalka, we had 40 minutes time left until we could embark on our train to Vienna. In need of a hot drink, we found a Bistro, but it closed its doors. Mr T could talk to a woman inside the locked door and plead to allow us to have a cup of tea, albeit the closing time. She talked to another woman and then opened the door. We ordered tea and I had still one scone and a poppy seed cake from the Hotel with me. Once Mr T sampled the scone, his appetite was stirred and speaking to the woman at the till brought around some more titbits. The cold air had taken its toll on our energy levels and our bodies needed refueling. Once we had our tea, we felt much better and the staff indicated to Mr T that our train was ready to be boarded at the terminus. We thanked the friendly staff and rushed to the train. ‘Go further to the front’, Mr T said ‘so we are closer to the lifts at Vienna’s Central Station’. We took the second coach upfront. The seats were comfortable, but there were no shelves for our bags, so I placed them close to our seats.

Mr T should use less luggage so we could travel much easier at our advancing age. But this will be some hopeful music in the future. Well, glad on arriving at Vienna’s Central Station, we had not yet the good luck to be close to a lift that would have been closer than a hundred metres away. Leaving had been easier with a lift close by. Arriving has, unfortunately, other parameters on the platforms. All in all, we had a good trip, albeit we were tired and I was glad to buy some groceries and head home.

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