Have you ever met
someone from a far-away country and asked them about their country,
their culture and their upbringing and all they want to bring to the
table are positives?
Call me a pessimist but
that's just a heap of shit. Every country has its own dark secrets,
dark alleys, shady and its ridiculous and annoying habits, and
they're often the most interesting parts to examine as an 'outsider'.
“It's just a cultural
difference” is the go-to phrase to paste over all of these features
with rainbows and unicorns and happiness.
This is a short
introduction to just how ridiculously shitty Vienna can be:
People can be really
fucking miserable here.
Vienna (or Wien as it
is known in the German speaking world) regularly tops charts as the
city with one of the highest standards of living, and the highest
quality of life. However walk around the city with anything more than
a frown and you will be instantly cast out as a tourist, or worse
yet, German. We have beautiful buildings, access to nice parks and
the countryside, diversity and a certain middle-size city charm, but yet people here are a little bit distant sometimes, sometimes cold, sometimes just plain fucking rude.
What is it with scooters?
I used to have one of
those kid's scooters back in the 1990's. I used to ride down my path
on it and I got bored straight away. Full grown adults here ride them
through the streets, through the underground stations on them and
generally cause havoc knocking into people's ankles on a daily basis. I genuinely saw someone doing their shopping on one. I'm starting to think that Viennese fashion is totally 20 years in
the past and i'm just waiting for the day I see some geriatric old lady
whizzing past on one.
Bureaucracy.
Need
I say more? It's not so bizarre or original but couple together the fact that bureaucracy
is and always will be a massive pain in the arse with the
massive hurdles that the German language presents to its users and the
Bürokratiedschungel (jungle of bureaucracy) can be a real depressive
experience. To get money, you have to have a bank account, which
means you also need a place of residence and a proof of this
(including stamped forms by the main owner and more forms and more
forms). To get a place of residence you need to pay huge security
deposits and essentially be financially set-up for life prior to
moving to this country. To get a salary to allow you to keep eating and keep living. you need all of the above first.
It's impossible sometimes.
Horses. Everywhere.
Vienna
is a grand touristy city, that's a given. And i'm sure here's nothing
quite like a midnight ride in a horse carriage under a fur blanket.
But when they park outside your apartment block on a main road and
basically shit everywhere, there has to be a line. If you're not
being ran over by adults on kids scooters or pretending to know the
rules of the road, you're gonna get fucking chewed up and spit out by
some angry motherfucking Viennese horse. And if you're lucky and
escape all of the above, then you'll just get tutted at by strangers
for crossing the street at red lights.
They
have really weird words for things.
This is not a negative at all really, since I find it
crazy/fascinating/interesting, but strange words like Beisl
(Kneipe in standard
German) for pub? Or Gusch! (Sei Still) for 'be quiet'? So cool, but so so bizarre. That's gonna take some time to
get used to. Bist du deppat!
'Pubs' here are just
so wrong.
There
must be absolutely no one standing up in a bar. If there are no
tables free, people go somewhere else or go home. Table service is
basically classed as a human right here; it seems almost unthinkable
to actually go and order at the bar -yourself-. How common....
You
wait until you clock a free table, then wait until your overworked waiter finally clocks you.
Then
you have to wait twenty minutes for them to do their thing. And then
you have to tip them despite all that displeasure.
If you
actually find a pub where you order at the bar, people genuinely
queue there, opposed to the brawl at bars in Britain. But they
don't dare queue for the bus or in shops or anywhere else. SO SO
backwards. Honestly I miss the comfort of a warm pub with warm beer,
absolutely zero waiters and some alcoholic in the corner singing
sailor's songs, when that's not me.
Staring.
Everyone
stares here. Not just at me or something, but at each other. Like a
giant Viennese turf war or something. I've started intentionally making anyone who stares at me feel very uncomfortable in return, just how it feels in the first place.
Wien is, however, one of the nicest cities in the world. But people who live here think of it as boring, people from abroad think of it only in a classical music / opera sort of way and it's not as if the party scene is 24/7 here. But regardless, I love it here. Maybe that'll change come the new year, who knows.