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December 2008

Solitary Pleasures, or World Masturbation Farm

Concept of this article belongs to genuine Galina’s ideas intellectual store, which excludes imitations or copying of others, even if they are great thinkers of the past. Johann Nepomuk Geiger was a Viennese artist (1805-1880), who, apart from his erotic illustrations, used to make oil paintings for the Austrian Royal Family. The early-twentieth-century Viennese satirist, [...]

Women

Author’s interpretation of gender differences in Austria As great part of my life I lived among multi-language folks (including national minorities in Kyrgyzstan), my ability to catch the meaning at non-verbal level developed to degree of intuition that small children and domestic animals have from the start. Analyzing my communications, I noticed that while small [...]

Agression of Homeless Wienerwurst

Galina writes about her adventures with Wohnbeihilfe (accommodation social help) and Austrian post-office. Do you know somebody never making mistakes? It must be specie of artificial intellect. Humans simply need to miss a target now and then to guarantee one accurate shot. I don’t claim to be possessor of absolute truth. Like any other mortal, [...]

Slaves of system

Journalists belong to special caste. Whoever starts on this thorny way, rarely change profession. The reason is simple: they are forced to proceed. Staff manager of any company apart from PR and news agencies, looking through professional history of applicant, may be alarmed by facts of his intimate affairs with mass media. Such a reputation [...]

That is life

Nothing is more tormenting than longevity of empty days, for me and, I guess,  crucial for my future as author, many a time I found myself weeping in the cold kitchen feeling helpless, after pacing the room for hours, weeping because I could not easily express myself – in English. I registered then, that my [...]

Dreams

Galina, don’t be skeptical about your wishes and dreams! They are like seeds thrown in soil and waiting for time to sprout and blossom.Thus I cheered myself up going along one of Vienna streets, and gusts of cold wind threw raindrops in my face. As alien I peeped in luminous shop windows, observing Christmas candles [...]