„Kõik jõed on omavahel ühendatud,

kõik maailma veed on ühele jõele pühendatud.“

Danubius

"Connected are all the rivers that run

World waters are all dedicated to that one."

Danubius

Standing on a bridge. Be it Tartu, Wien, Budapest, Beograd, Bratislava, etc. There is something in standing on a bridge. Looking up or down the stream. This is what I do, no matter where I go. I often think of jumping. I'd jump and then dive deep into the bottom. If it is Danube, I would settle down and listen. Listen to the thousands of tones coming from thousands of rivers, oh, yes, amidst this noise my ears would catch a weak but familiar tone, the sound of home from Emajõgi in Tartu. Right in the middle of Danube, in the heavy darkness I could hear that. And then my blinded eyes would see again, I'd see some figures approaching me, they're white and blue, but look like snakes, parasites or worms, sound like something made of electricity, trembling and crackling. These are my internal forms. The black river flows from the black forest to the black sea in the East. I live in the East, there is light in the East.

Landscape view to the east from Vienna. Behind those hills you can imagine endless steppes and nomads travelling with their cattle. There are sunflower fields and blue skies above it, and black sea behind it all, even behind the sky. Iron curtains used to be like radiation that you cannot sense anyhow. Now the curtains have turned into fundamental paradigms of Europe or the entire world. The face of these paradigms is the landscape. This is the typical border area between east and west, the end of germanic landscape paradigm (the end of green beech forests and Alps, the end of dwarves, jodelkönigs, bratwurst and pumpernickel, etc). The border area is wide and diverse. It is not a straight flatland nor a hilly area, it is more like a non-place, where identity searches for host, where desires are constantly travelling.
Here and there you can face everything - imperialist architecture, grapeyards, garden dwarfs, raurakls, little mozarts singing in the moonlight, the last dwarf digging gold and pumpernickel from ground, populus trees, enormous Donau, etc. Some days ago i found a huge plastic bag full of white paprikas in the bus station of Südtiroler platz. Possibly signifying the presence of the Balkans. It is possible that all the dwarf legends come from the Balkan mountains. The little people working in mountain mines. The multicultural history of Vienna is long. It is the zone of the metamorphosis of dwarf. From now on i will start posting the material proof.

An evil dwarf from my home street