Beč kroz izloge, kafiće i slastičarnice.
(Moji favoriti Demel i Hawelka)
Now in Vienna there are ten pretty women
There’s a shoulder where Death comes to cry
There’s a lobby with nine hundred windows
There’s a tree where the doves go to die
There’s a piece that was torn from the morning,
And it hangs in the Gallery of Frost
Nosila sam New Yorker šal i kapu te Hogl čizme (najudobnije ikad.)