a philosophy of the spirit

“Those who make compassion an essential part of their lives find the joy of life. Kindness deepens the spirit and produces rewards that cannot be completely explained in words. It is an experience more powerful than words. To become acquainted with kindness one must be prepared to learn new things and feel new feelings. Kindness is more than a philosophy of the mind. It is a philosophy of the spirit. ”

-Robert J. Furey

Oktober, ich habe dich liebe!

oh October. you are my favorite.

The sun was shining warm as the brisk breeze of October air made us bury our noses deeper into our scarves. We spent the perfect, fall Sunday afternoon exploring the gardens and grounds of Palais Schönbrunn, changing our daily midday rosary walk scenery from the streets of the second district to the walking paths of previous Kaisers.

"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."

-William Cullen Bryant 

"I cannot endure to waste anything as precious as autumn sunshine by staying in the house. So I spend almost all the daylight hours in the open air."

-Nathaniel Hawthorne

"Life starts all over again when it gets crisp in the fall."

-F. Scott Fitzgerald

Frau Professor Dmytrenko with her new German pupil

"No spring nor summer beauty hath such grace as I have seen in one autumnal face."

-John Donne

writing everything down--very important in learning a new language!

"Every leaf speaks bliss to me, fluttering from the autumn tree."

-Emily Bronte

"Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns."

-Mary Ann Evans (aka George Eliot)

Gott allein genügt

its a very special day for me. 

its Hl. Teresa von Avila's feast day--one of my fav's and a special friend here in Vienna for me. (her shrine is in Karmeliterkirche) 

Sr. Anna Sophie knows she is one of my favorite saints so before I left today she gave me the sweetest little gift. A little prayer card with a prayer from St. Teresa of Avila which she had copied down and decorated. So sweet. 

so. happy day. 

" Let nothing trouble you 

Let nothing frighten you

All things are passing; 

God never changes. 

Patience obtains all things. 

He who possess God lacks nothing.

God alone suffices. "

-St. Teresa of Avila

In your hand I place my heart

well....they've arrived!!

Fr. Clemens and Mathilde have been here for three whole days and what a joy it has been sharing our life, getting to know them, and living this new beginning with them as siblings in this family, colleagues in this school of love and service. 

They arrived a little delayed on their bus from Nice, France into Vienna. We picked them up with Monika in her car on her way to University. The car was so full there was no room for my legs :) 

We had brunch together, got to know one another, took some time that day to relax and for them to unpack and get situated. Later on we went on a walk through our neighborhood and through the city center to Stephansdom where we took them into our Cathedral for the first time. Of course, it was freezing cold and rainy and it was a shock for them, being used to the beautiful, sunny, and warm weather in the South of France (oh isn't that nice). 

Monika joined us for dinner, and Alina and I prepared an authentic fall, Austrian dinner 

which included me cutting and cooking a real pumpkin for the first time 

(I am a true American--Ive only ever cooked with pumpkin out of a can) 

it was funny to be cutting into a pumpkin and not carving it, but the smell was so nice and brought back many Halloween memories, and of course the pumpkin seeds we later cooked were delicious!! :) 

and then over the weekend I took a "Wüstentag"... I think it was my first official one. I stayed with the sisters of the St. John Community just a half hour with the train outside of Vienna in Marchegg. It was a beautiful but cold weekend in the cloister. Most of the time I spent in silence and alone in my room or in the chapel praying. But on Saturday I got to spend a little time reading and praying with Sr. Anna Sophia who is the "Guest Sister" and then today before I left we said the rosary together. It was wonderful to get to know her better and to spend time out of the city in silence and prayer. Of course, these kinds of days are always hard for me...silence, prayer, alone...you have to face alot of things you can easily brush aside in the day to day life with your plans and things to do. There there was no running away. And it helped me realize a lot about where I am, where I want to be (in life, my relationship with God, my relationship with my community, my life with Heart's Home) and all the things I need to do or simply do better. So lets just say a "Desert day" is not so much a rest day for me. Its kind of like vacation...don't you always feel at the end of a vacation like you need a vacation from your vacation? I feel like I need a rest day from my desert day. But here we go again....into the next week! 


Just wanted to share a homily of Fr. Augustin-Marie (Hermann Cohen)'s with you, which I discovered while I was "in the desert"...

from a homily given in St. Sulpice in Paris

April 24, 1854

...

"I have traveled the world. I have loved the world. I have learnt one thing about the world - you don't find happiness there. And you, brethren, have you found it? Can you say you are happy? Do you not want anything? It seems to me I can hear a sad chorus of sighs all around. I seem to hear the unanimous cry of suffering humanity:

'Happiness, where are you? Tell me where you are hidden and I will search for you, hold you, and possess you."

I have looked for happiness. I have searched in cities and crossed the seas to find it. I have searched for happiness among the beauties of nature; I have sought it in the elegant life of salons, in the giddy pleasures of balls and banquets. I have sought it through the accumulation of money, in the excitement of gambling, in the hazards of adventure, in trying to satisfy my burning ambitions. I have looked for it in the renown of the artist, in the friendships of famous people and in all the pleasures of sense and spirit. Finally I looked for it in the fidelity of a friend, that incessant dream of every heart. This happiness, dear God, was there anywhere I failed to seek it? How can one explain this mystery to oneself? For human beings are made for happiness. They mystery is that most people don't know in what happiness consists. They look for it where it doesn't exist. Well then, listen. I have found happiness. I possess it. I enjoy it so fully that I am able to say with the great apostle, "I am overflowing with joy." My heart brims over with happiness, and I cannot contain it within me. I wanted to leave my solitude in order to come and find you and tell you, I am overflowing with joy. Yes, I am so happy that I come to offer it to you, I come to entreat you to share with me this overflowing happiness. 

But you object, "I don't believe in Jesus Christ."

I too did not believe, and that is precisely why I was unhappy. Faith shows us happiness in God and in Jesus Christ his son. It is a mystery which pride cannot grasp. But to find Jesus Christ one must watch and pray. Scripture says, 'happy is the man who watches at the doors day and night.' That is to say, who watches at the door of his heart to find Jesus Christ.

The great Theresa sought in prayer the eternal light which illumined her. So, pray, ask and you will receive this intoxicating wine of immortality which flows from the winepress of prayer. Prayer imparts faith, sheds light through prayer which, united  to faith, imparts peace, love, wisdom, light, freedom--all of which are contained in Jesus Christ. It is not possible for someone who does not love Jesus Christ to be happy. This son of God who is God himself, in whom the Father is well-pleased, and he has given him to us. So much did God love the world. In spite of him being the unspeakable happiness of the blessed, he descended from heaven out of love for mankind and became man. God made himself like us in order to make himself one with us for our salvation. It was for mankind alone that he led a life of privation and suffering and that he died in agony and finally rose again. He gave himself up for us - can you be surprised after that that there is a hell. 

One stormy night I found myself lost in a range of steep mountains surrounded on all sides by frightful precipices. The thunder rolled and the wind raged uprooting ancient trees. I was thrown down with great violence. Suddenly in the side of a neighboring mountain, a flash of lightning revealed to me the little golden door in a granite hollow. My courage revived in the hope of finding a resting place and a helping hand. I dragged myself breathlessly through the brambles and through water all disheveled, knocked the door open and a young man, clothed in majesty and with graciousness on his lips appeared on the threshold and introduced me to his mysterious abode. Immediately the sound of the storm abated and I was restored to peace. An unseen hand removed my mudsplattered cloak, and plunged me in a refreshing bath where I found strength and health. This bath, not only removed every stain of the journey, but also healed my wounds, filling my veins with new life. He renewed the joy of my youth. The perfume he emitted was so exquisite that I wished to know where it came from. Think of my amazement to see beside me the handsome young man who had opened the door to me. He held out his hand and in each there was a deep wound from which the blood was flowing. I looked at him and looked at myself and I saw that I was bathed in the young man's blood. This blood filled me with such inner strength that I felt ready to face a thousand storms even worse than the one I have just described. And i was even more surprised when his blood, far from making me turn red, made me strikingly white instead, whiter indeed than snow. Gratitude and love began to stir in my heart. I was hungry, I was thirsty - the fatigue and struggles of my journey had drained me, but he made me sit down to a banquet, in a brightly lit festive hall - though I could see no lamps there. The young man himself was the lamp there and rays of light shown from his face. I was hungry, and I was thirsty. He gave me bread and said to me, "eat this". He offered me a cup saying to me, "drink this". He blessed the bread, then held the cup to the wound in his side and it was at once filled with a marvellous wine. When I had eaten and drunk i understood that this was no ordinary food, but nourishment which transformed me and gave me a deep joy. I looked at the handsome, young man and saw him dwelling in me and being adored by angels. Then the young man spoke to me. His words were like heavenly music, delighting me and causing me to shed tears of love and joy. And then he drew me to himself, embraced me, and held me to his heart, caressing me and soothing me gently with the melody which fell from his lips. I lay my head on his chest and my happiness was so great that my spirit fainted. I slept on the heart of my loving friend. It was no ordinary sleep, but one filled with an immense sense of peace which the young man induced in me after the storm. The psalmist sings: "In peace in him I sleep and take my rest." 

I slept a long time and I had a dream of heaven during my sleep. O dream of love, I wish I were able to express it. Then he touched my eyes and I awoke at once filled with inexpressible love. Bowing down I thanked him for his welcome and he said to me, "if you wish you can stay here every day. Each day I will bathe you in my blood. I will warm you in my heart. I will enfold you with my light and I will make you sit down to my table. If you leave me, watch out for the storm will quickly begin again."

"Let other," I said, "fight the storm and wade through the mud on the road, but for me, since you will keep me here, I wish to live here, here I wish to die. Yes, everyday I will drink for the torrent of life which flows from your open side. But tell me your name so that I can bless you with the angels. 

He replied, "My name is Love, my name is Eucharist, my name is Jesus."

Let us then love Jesus Christ, for there is only one happiness to love Jesus Christ and to be loved by him." 

ch.ch.ch.changes

Fr. Jacques left on Friday for France. He will be there for two weeks leading some training and preparation for four members of Heart's Home who are preparing to take make their promises as permanent, consecrated members of Heart's Home. Then he is off to Berlin to visit the community there for two weeks...and then finally he will be back

to join what will be then FOUR members of community here in Vienna. 

This weekend we have been busy cleaning, organizing, rearranging, and preparing both ourselves and the Heart's Home for the arrival of two new community members...

Fr. Clemens and Matilde

They are both from France and will be arriving TOMORROW MORNING on a bus from Nice. Fr. Clemens is a "fresh" priests, newly ordained on the 26th of June this year, and has already been a long time with Heart's Home, having spent time serving the community in Naples and in Geneva (working with Heart's Home in the UN). Can't believe we will have two priests in community!! How blessed are we!

Matilde has spent the last two years in India (she was actually a community sister of Renee's!) and is now coming to Vienna to do her second mission and discern whether to continue with Heart's Home and become a permanent member. 

Here is a little update on the apartment and the work we've been doing to prepare for the arrival....

yeah...not finished cleaning yet... 

our room....we are last minute girls...so our room is usually this messy come 1am the night before something important like their arrival :) 

hallway...finally rid of all the trash and renovation equipment ...which was replaced by all the mismatched furniture we have left :) 

entryway

finally a real chapel...without kitchen supplies and furniture etc. etc. etc. 

ready for mass with Fr. Clemens tomorrow!! now all we need is a tabernacle. 

we received a donation of food from some Nun friends of ours who's community had received too much of a donation from several supermarkets....Looks like we'll be eating pasta for several months....this is one of two bags we received!  

the newly finished kitchen with installed tile!!! 

look what we found when we moved the cabinet...looks like we never got to cleaning under the cabinet after the electricity was redone in the apartment. 

living room all ready for their arrival! 

READY FOR A HERZLICH WILLKOMMEN!

Wet Carpet

Last Tuesday with the kids at the Missionaries of Charity house was tough for me--as soon as we arrived it began. The kids were unusually rowdy and rough, naughty, and hitting, not sharing, being inconsiderate and mean to one another and to us with no ground or provocation, flipping the middle finger at one another, all things imaginable.

When you cannot communicate, how can you stop them? How can you scold them, teach them, break up the fighting, defend the younger weaker ones, explain to them what they are doing wrong, why they are being punished, or help set a better example.

The last one is the only one which is possible without communication (no...German is tough enough...I don't think I'll be 'picking up' Russian). Set a better example, and love them through it all.

But not tough love or proud love...but GENTLE love.

My gentleness gave way to exasperation and frustration. Why couldn't they just be good, get along, play well together, enjoy the fact that we were there to play with them, etc.

At one point a boy came in (one of the usually exceptionally naughty and yet irresistibly sweet little boys) with his water bottle in hand, walking around the room, taking swigs and then spitting the contents of his mouth-full all over the room, on the floor, couches, table, us. He loved just walking around drinking and spitting as if he were outside in the middle of the woods rather than on a carpeted floor in a house that doesn't belong to him. I was astounded at what I was seeing.

I looked at Alina, she looked at me. We both looked at him, stunned by what we were seeing, as he looked at us, mouth full of water, smirked, spit, and ran away. I said, "I don't know what to do. What do we do?" She said, "I have no idea anymore." Almost laughing at the insanity of the situation.

Exasperation. I was sadly relieved when our visit ended. Not how I want to feel.

At prayer that evening, Alina prayed for God to grant us more patience and more love so that we can especially love the children how He loves them. Exactly where they are , who they are, as they are. Whatever they do, whatever they say, however they act, however much water they spit all over the floor, hit you, call you dumb, etc. To be GENTLE in loving them exactly as they are and not wishing they were different or rejecting them for being as they are.

< Be just as gracious toward the little ones as toward the great ones. Make an effort particularly when you are with people who seem vulgar to you. Go to everyone with the same gentleness. You are all brothers in Me. Wasn't I everyone's Brother? Don't take your eyes off your model. >

< The smaller and weaker a child is, the more closely one holds it to one's heart. >

To the rational, responsible, practical eye, the children need to be scolded about 98.3% of the time. That leaves 1.7% gentleness.

That these children really need is 98.3% gentleness, they need to be held closely to our hearts. No matter what that holding closely entails or reaps.

Some fathers are in jail, some were shot in the war, some mother's are divorced, some are too afraid to leave the apartment. Some speak and understand. Some are old enough to be in school and yet don't even know the alphabet. Some get everything they want, some are deprived of everything. Some have seen horrible, horrendous things already in their lives. Some only experience horrible things at the hands of those who neglect them, ignore them, or punish them. Some smile so sweetly and purely just wanting to be taken care of and dealt with delicately. Some smirk and squirm and try to get under your skin the moment you walk in the door, if only to get a couple minutes more of your attention.

Some need to be held. Others need to be held closely. But in the end, all need to be held, all need to be gently loved. Just for who they are, as they are...spit soaked carpet and all.

Heimweh

for the first time...i am truly homesick

(and no, im not exaggerating or lying, because I, more than anyone, am utterly surprised by my lack of homesickness thus far)

i would appreciate some prayers 

She's back!!!

Guess who's back!!!

SIDONIA!!!

Walking on my way to adoration at Stephansdom I spotted a familiar, long-awaited figure sitting on the sidewalk pavement in a well-worn spot. 

She is back with her three boys and will be staying for 5 months. 

But there was sorrow in her eyes-her mother died. 

Two Saturday's from now she is coming to our house with her boys for lunch and to spend time together! It will be the first time meeting her sons and her visiting us!!! 

CAN'T WAIT!!

Lange Nacht der Museen

Have I ever shared with you my love for socialist governments 

(ok that was a little exaggerated...the only thing I love about them is all the free culture and art events...but even that in the end comes with a price...mob mentality...and the overcrowded cultural events that come with it) 

Yesterday we enjoyed the Lange Nacht der Museen-one night a year, all the museums in Vienna are open from 6pm till 1 am and if you buy a ticket for 13 euro, you can visit as many museums as you want in that amount of time. Pretty stellar considering the overpriced rates of visiting museums in Vienna. And your ticket is even good as a public transportation ticket. Thank you socialist government. 

Monika and I spent most of the time going around together....while Alina and Fr. Jacques went their ways. Here are some highlights...

1st stop: Künstlerhaus | HANS MAKART (and also some ugly or empty installations that people like to call art.)


An entire societal and artistic era is named after him. his studio was as famous as the art created there. he was lavish and cultured. i think the best word to describe both him and his art: GRANDIOSE

HIS STUDIO : 
(the following is taken from the utmost credible and intellectual source....WIKIPEDIA)

The prince Von Hohenlohe provided Makart with an old foundry at the Gusshausstraße 25 to use as a studio. He gradually turned it into an impressive place full of sculptures, flowers, musical instruments, requisites and jewellery that he used to create classical settings for his portraits, mainly of women. Eventually his studio looked like a salon and became a social meeting point in Vienna. Cosima Wagner described it as a "wonder of decorative beauty, a sublime lumber-room". His luxurious studio served as a model for a great many upper middle-class living rooms. 

The opulent, semi-public spaces of the Makart atelier were the scene of a recurring rendezvous between the artist and his public. The artist became the mediator between different levels of society: he created a socially ambiguous sphere in which nobility and bourgeoisie could encounter one another in mutual veneration of the master, and aestheticized the burgeoning self-awareness of the bourgeoisie by means of historical models drawn from the world of the aristocracy. In this way, an artist like Makart lived out the image that high society had created of him.

Makart became the acknowledged leader of the artistic life of the Vienna, which in the 1870s passed through a period of feverish activity, the chief results of which are the sumptuously decorated public buildings of the Ringstrasse. He not only practised painting, but was also an interior designer, costume designer, furniture designer, and decorator, and his work decorated most of the public spaces of the era. His work engendered the term "Makartstil", or "Makart style", which completely characterized the era.

2nd stop: Secession | GUSTAV KLIMT (and some more rather empty but sometimes amusing installations that people like to call art.)

The highlight of Secession is Klimt's Beethoven Frieze, where no pictures are allowed to be taken. I am of course an admirer of Klimt's work, but this work of art blew me away...at first by the beauty, and then one again after learning the allegory behind the beauty and being drawn deeper into humanity through his art. 

(here how it is displayed currently)

Hopefully you will get to see it at some point in your life, but if not here is the explanation with some images from the internet: 

"Gustav Klimt created the Beethoven Frieze for the XIVth exhibition of the 'Association of Visual Artists--Vienna Secession," which took place from April 15th to June 27, 1902. The exhibition architecture, designed by Josef Hoffman, gave prominent form to the secessionist idea of the total artwork or Gesamtkunstwerk. Conceived as a homage to Ludwig von Beethoven, works by twenty-one Secession members related spatially and thematically to Max Klinger's recently complete statue of the composer. 

Klimt's monumental fresco was located in the left aisle of the main hall, the first space entered by visitors to the exhibition. Today, the frieze is perceived as an autonomous work of art and is widely considered to be among the chef d'oevres of Viennese Art Noveau (Jugendstil....ahh....one of my fav. art movements!!!)

The frieze takes its theme from Richard Wagner's interpretation of Beethoven's Ninth Symphony and depicts humankind's search for happiness. To symbolize this yearning, Klimt chose floating genii who lead us into the story, recurring several times in the frieze as a horizontal chain of figures. 

On the left-hand wall, this horizontal band is only interrupted by one group of figures; a naked woman standing and a naked couple kneeling-symbols of suffering humanity-beg the knight in shining armor for help. The "Well-armed Strongman" sets of in search of happiness on humanity's behalf, inwardly spurred on by the two allegorical female figures behind him: Ambition and Compassion. 

In the scene on the narrow wall, humanity must face the dangers and temptations of the "Hostile Forces". 

The giant Typhoeus, a hybrid monster with shaggy fur, blue wings, and a snake-like body, extends across almost the entire wall, fixing the viewer with mother-of-pearl eyes. To his left stand his daughters, the three Gorgons, and above them, mask-like female heads stare out of the pictures, allegorical representations of Sickness, Madness, and Death. The woman to the monster's right symbolize Lasciviousness, Wantonness, and Intemperance, the latter identifiable by her large belly. 

Slightly further to the right cowers the emaciated female figure of "Gnawing Grief". At the top right of the narrow wall, we see the head of a floating genie. In Klimt's narrative, this stands for humankind's wishes and desires overcoming the "Hostile Forces". 

On the right-hand wall, humanity's yearning for happiness finds fulfillment in poetry, portrayed as a female figure with a lyre. This is followed by an empty section under which, in the original exhibition layout, an opening gave a view of Klinger's Beethoven sculpture. 

With this visual inclusion of the Beethoven icon, Klimt prepared for the frieze's dramatic climax: in the final scene, female figures symbolizing the arts lead the way into the ideal realm of art. Klimt's apothoesis of art consists of a kissing couple in front of the "Choir of Angels," referring directly to Beethoven: the final chorus of Beethoven's Ninth, based on Friedrich von Schiller's "Ode to Joy," contains the words,

"This kiss to the whole world."

3rd  stop: Albertina | MAX WEILER


Monika, the lovely übergenerous friend that she is, gave me 2 tickets to the Albertina for my birthday so that we could go together. I have been dying to see the Max Weiler exhibit there and we've just been waiting for the right time to go. Unfortunately the exhibit is finished at the end of this week, so I took the chance during the night to go through the exhibit to get a preview before really diving into it on our visit together later this week. 
As soon as I entered the gallery and stood before the first picture I had the strangest feeling...I felt like dancing. But really, there was breath, joy, delight. It was airy and whimsical, but real and strong in its simplicity. Oh I can't wait to go back. Here is a little preview of what I am taking about, but its nothing compared to the experience of standing before his work. Phenomenal! 




< Whenever I stand in nature, I am overcome by an enormous sense of exaltation. I look, I see and I am moved by a variety of times of day and seasons, by a variety of localities. A feeling of union with nature seizes me. Nature becomes quite transparent for me. I am drawn into the weaving of its being. A great sense of calm streams from the expansive, fulfilled plenum, the most perfect contentment – a joy of becoming one with an immense, sublime creation. Huge respect in the face of such a creative force. Boundless reverence. This would seem to be a world feeling. It becomes visible in artists from different times, almost always in the same way, in a most magnificent way by the Chinese of the 10th to the 13th centuries. (1973)> 

I sense joy less than pain – it’s almost as if pain gives me more pleasure. Give me the pains of joy, the severity of joy.  (1974) 

You may do whatever you want, but it has to be accomplished with intensity as something big, significant, powerful, I cannot find better words. (1961)

I am a thoroughly sensual painter, all that I want to express is above all expressed through my way of painting on the surface, how the lines run on it, how the colours lie on it. Everything can be said with this, and I do say everything with it. And whoever has eyes to see, will see. (1986)

Do not forget: Often, it is the shifting of natural feelings like coldness, clouds, rain, hail, thunderstorm, haze, snow, ice into the soul’s landscape that matters. If I like them out there in nature, I also like them in the soul. One only has to dress properly. (1980)

If you doubt – wherever is more love, that’s the right place. (1986)

I have a love of longing. I also like fulfillment, but I prefer longing. It is bigger, wider, more fantastic, more glowing. Also the one of an idea, of a phantom. And it is good that way. (1981)

4th stop: MOYA | (mostly) Melanie Nief


The Museum of Young Art is housed in the Palais Schönborn in the first district and is usually not open to the public. The art from today's young artists of Vienna hangs on the antique walls of the old, high-Viennese society styled balllrooms, dining rooms, grand stairway and other spaces of the Palais, the contrast of which lends to a delightfully unique viewing experience. We were allowed to take photos, so as you can see I enjoyed myself (with the wonderful camera I recently received in the mail.....THANKS mom and dad!!!). I wish the pictures did justice to the work of this particular artist, Melanie Nief. Her paintings really struck both Monika and I because her technique was something I had never seen done before, or done so well. Unfortunately I am not an art critique so describing the paintings and the technique would be useless....but let it be said that she has definitely made a name for herself in my book! 

5th stop: Leopold Museum | EGON SCHIELE 
(unfortunately accompanied by some crude and masochistic installations of profane sexuality and self-mutilation)

<The picture must radiate light, the bodies have their own light which they consume to live: they burn, they are not lit from outside.>

<To restrict the artist is a crime. It is to murder germinating life.>

<I must see new things and investigate them. I want to taste dark water and see crackling trees and wild winds.>

«Ich bin froh, dies alles und noch mehr zu erleben, denn gerade diese Erlebnisse, die traurig sind, klären den schaffenden Menschen.»

Self-Portrait by Egon Schiele
I exist for myself, and for those to
whom my unquenchable thirst for 
freedom gives everything, but also
for everyone, since insofar as I am able 
to love - I love everyone. Of noble 
hearts, I am the noblest - and the most 
generous of those that yearn to give love in return. 
-I am a human being, I love death and I love life. 

In the midst of searching through the Museum's Quartier complex to find Monika (life without a cell phone results in this usually) I searched through a couple of museums....sightseeing along the way :

6th stop: MUMOK | 1st floor modern chaos (then straight to the exit)

7th stop: Halle E | Salvador Dali (among other acid trips)


All in all a successful 7 museum evening. Thank you socialists.