Unbelievable, but it was so cold in Vienna, I never expected it may be so. I felt lonely and isolated, I knew almost nobody in the city, and was not sure, what every new day would bring me. Sometimes I wonder, what is the engine that always moves me forward? And what love is? Why I so often feel unloved? Isn’t it that I feel unloved by my higher Self? When we fail to build up satisfying relationships with others, we fail to do it first of all with ourselves. And why I was fixed so much at things that increased my loneliness, for example, at photography, which always demanded many hours of secluded processing work. That is it.
Cold Vienna
