Mornings.

But otherwise everything was somehow different. Not that I could explain how.

My bike was still there.

Aaand.. two years later, I was back again.

Then I went home again, and broke my heart again and

the only thing that saved me was this lemon ice cream at the Ostbahnhof.

And the last day.

a post about posters.

Im living in a city where "plakatieren verboten" is the only poster you see on walls. Vienna.. please.. wake up. Look how nice it is!

A mini circus at Schlesisches Str.

meeting Aleksandra at Rosenthaler Platz

illustrative award "ceremony"

... well. There was simply no award for the category book art. We were pretty disappointed.

ah no, sorry, I only found my favorit the next day!

Sonja Danovski, my new hero.