A Verlängerter Affair
Some experiences connected with Wien Hbf (Hauptbahnhof) and my boyhood years, where my mother and a character named Manfred Brucker played a significant part. You may wonder how the famous coffee came to the scene. That is the whole intent of the story. The time corresponds to my primary junkets through Europe and the memory of these trips lingers. I was a boy of thirteen and was studying in the ninth standard in the B.E. school that was close to an interjunction of five roads near a C.S.I. church and many students of our class stayed in the hostel near the church. I got a star for a large number of works those works of art that everyone appreciated. He kept in touch with me a little further and was enduring a sickness of the spirit at that point and Dr Hough warned that was perhaps admissible but declined to pass an indisputable verdict and the multitudinous things got away from his notice. In the advanced years, his child was a transformation of the refined man and had my first Verlängerter coffee—which was a great start of my later career in the beverage business. In the last stage, he was incapacitated. His remains were put on the shores after going to M—beach where such things took place according to the custom of his local area. This is absolutely about another person. Her friend another medical lady was a sage-like presence even though another chatterbox in the hospital misinterpreted her moves. I further recall that I had once a film whether the child of this lady and recollect that he was very entertaining and telling the wisecracks which was another experience for me. He knew all the assortment of jokes and some were very good ones. Never talk to strangers, I remembered my mother words. They cannot be trusted. But my father gave me a piece of different advice- ‘’vous devez parler à des inconnus. alors seulement tu grandiras dans la vie’’ [you have to talk to strangers. Only then will you grow up in life] He said more than once –You must plunge into the strange if you want to grow, or you will be destined to be a poorer version of yourself. See the difference of man among other species and mark what slants separate her and tug on it, but always be kind. You are a fool if you over judge- Be kind-And my mother’s move to Vienna among patients and the wounded in the War. I visited Wachau with Manfred Brucker who was almost the same age as me but he was stronger and taller than me. The spot was between Melk and Krems radiant with apricots and vineyards with a perceptual realm of enormous slopes and girdled by hefty fortifications. We meandered in the grape plantations, plant porches, the winegrowers’ farmsteads, which are elliptical comprising two equal structures, dating back to the late Middle Ages.
Manfred was the son of my mother’s co-worker Brigitta and his dad worked in Budapest. As his name sounded, he joined two things, harmony and scaffolds. Every weekend he made his journey to Budapest with his mom to see his dad. In the meantime, Manfred had a brief conference with the vineyard manager, a corpulent aged gentleman who served in the World War in important positions. He narrated stories in the short time frame we got sitting in a café. My first view of the River Danube befalls in this season. The entirety of Upper Austria matched a little flash of heaven. Except for my mom’s transit to that spot, I couldn’t ever have seen it. Something equally relevant is how we went to a theatre in Vienna to see Summer of ’42. His mom was a medical caretaker and he welcomed me to their home, however, I proved unable. Just a lot further down the road could I realise his greeting, however in the meantime his mom died and I could only see his aged papa who sustained severe cognitive decline, because of an infection in the cerebrum. Earlier he had composed songs and was a fairly well-known writer, yet when in his later life on the off chance that someone presented his poems he would ask, who composed this and in case that person told his name, he would ask, who that gentleman is.
–(Excerpt from a Fictional Work]