pictures 1-18 Vienna
pictures 1-2, 9 Karlsplatz
pictures 3-6 Belvedere
pictures 7-8 at the restaurant
pictures 10-13 Schmetterlinghaus
picture 14 the black sculpture
picture 15 rainbow
picture 16 konzerthauskassa - box office
picture 17 writing name of artist performing today / aaaaaaaand it's wrong
picture 18 everything
pictures 19-20 S.
picture 19 sea
picture 20 ombrelloni
and now comes the story
WARNING - i'm not that kins of person who writes in a logical and clear way
On the 16th we went printing all our tickets and the online ckeck-in. I'm paranoid about this stuff, but this time i didn't ckeck if every ticket was printed. So we went home and decided to check if it was alright. Then i realized a train ticket missed. And the place where we printed them was closed. None of our friends or relatives seemed to have a printing device. It was like hell. After more than 15 phonecalls, 2 doorbell rings and a few tears, the solution became clear: my parents would print it at my uncle's place in Ve. (they are currently staying there) and bring it the next morning to F. I thought i was going to kill the lady who didn't print that goddamn paper. But then my fahter asked (on the phone): "Did you pack everything?" "Yep." "Sure?" "Yesss." "Tickets?" "Yes. I packed them." "Passport?" "Passport? What passport?" "You're gonna need a passport if you want to go to Vienna tomorrow!" Shit. The passport. I tried to imagine: what if we found a friend that could print the ticket for us. We would've been like everything is fine, let's go to sleep. So i went from hating the printer lady to adoring her, because if this didn't happen... i try not to imagine.
I woke up super-early on the 17th. Because i set my alarm clock, but at around 3:30 am i woke up and thought: my phone's clock is probably one hour late. Later, i ckecked my phone, it showed 4:40. So, i thought, it must be 5:40. Alarm was set to 6:00, but according to my theory it would've rung at 7:00. So, in the end, i got up. And i washed my hair. Luckily, i made a detailed list of what i had to pack when i was still lucid, and put little dots next to the things i had to pack the morning of the 17th. So i packed that stuff. My parents arrived with the tickets and my passport, and we left for the railway station. I couldn't sleep. I was excited and worried, i tried to breathe slowly, but i didn't manage to calm down.So we arrived to Rome less than 10 minutes before our train for the airport was supposed to leave. We were on platform 2 and the other one was on platform 25. Great, i thought. But we managed to get on the train in time. It was a 49-minute-long journey and in the end we arrived to Fiumicino. We read that the Vienna flight was leaving from Terminal 1, so we went to Terminal 1. Crazy fact: there are NO clocks in the whole Fiumicino Airport. Terminal 1 was nearly empty. So i asked a stewardess what we had to do. We gave her our papers, than she said: "But this is not an Alitalia flight!" "No, it's not." "You're gonna have to go to Terminal 3." On the inside i was like: this can't be true. We ran to Terminal 3 and we did the check in eve though we had already did it. I told to H. we don't have to do it, but she didn't trust me so we did a double check in. And then vvvvvvvvvvvvvvzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz we landed in Vienna. It was cold.
On the 18th at 5:15 pm we left for the Konzerthaus. H., my aunt C. and i. We arrived there but since there were only few people we decided to take a walk. At 6 we went back to the Kh. Doors opened at 7. Andthere was the big run. We had to wait 30 more minutes and then another big run on the stairs. We go to the door and waited 10 more minures. And then there was the huge run. It was like people were running for their lives. C. manages to get a place in the first row and a man wanted to take it but she defended it gloriously. Then she said something in German which i didn't understand, but it sounded like "You mad, bro?" Then the opening act began (after a looong waiting, of course). It was Only Son, he played a few songs and said a couple of funny things, it was great, really. Then we waited 30 minutes and Regina came on stage.
It was mindblowing.
When she sang Dance Anthem of the 80s, her digital piano was right in front of me and i was smiling all the time, and sometimes Regina looked at me and she smiled, too! It was... the best thing i've ever experienced.
When it was over, we went down to the lobby and Jack signed my album. He was extremely kind. And i also bought a great t-shirt. Then, the longest waiting of all. 1 hour 45 minutes. During this lapse of time, all, ALL kinds of stuff came out of the Konzerthaus and were pu into a truck: litres and litres of different beverages, drum sets, plants and even a refrigerator. Yes, a refrigerator. Then Regina came out and i was about to collapse. She said "Hey guys! I'm sleepy!" She was sleepy?! She had slept, while we had to stand on the street waiting for her for one hour and a half, and she was sleepy? She was really kind, by the way, and signed my copy of her new album. Everyone around there (about 20 people) were sooo happy, and i really look forward to seeing her again one day.
We left for Rome again the day after. I knew the best part of the summer was over.
