
Viennese Stories
I never thought I could feel Vienna as close to me as Budapest, two cities that seem like frequent pen pals. It’s as if they’ve shared everything that has happened to them, experiencing each other’s stories and occasionally waving to each other from afar. And when you start to get to know the cobblestones of their streets, the whispering murmur of the Danube’s waves flowing through both cities’ beds, the curves of the trees in both places, it feels like recognizing a rhythmic pulse. And this rhythm in Vienna and Budapest is almost the same, just with a slightly different flavour; if you stop, Vienna tends to lull you gently, while Budapest urges you to take steps forward, but their pulsing life finds the same tone that reaches me. And I love listening to what these cities whisper, eagerly waiting for the next story they will share with me.




















