Listening to Coldplay's "Viva La Vida" I can't help but feel gratitude for today. Georg slept over after we had been rushing through Graz's "Lange Nacht der Museen." Two things I gotta get off my chest: Christoph Schlingensief is a real artist. I love that guy. Finally I got the opportunity to see him live and in living colours talking to the audience while presenting his newest project "The African Twintowers," a co-operation with Elfriede Jelinek & Patti Smith. The other thing is: it's great to have someone to wake up next to in the morning. It's great to have someone to cuddle up together in the night, just lie there like two embryos when it's so cold outside. This feels like home. This is rare and of the utmost importance. It's not so much about having sex, not so much about words uttered during the day, whether signifcant or not, it's about being close, about melting. I feel very grateful to have met Georg, regardless of what I wrote in antecendent entries here on this webblog. We do have a very strong bond. I feel so even more now that many relationships in my near vicinity break up. It doesn't happen that often that two souls meet and stay for a longer period of time. Sometimes when I think about him and me it makes me grin towards the wall in front of me, wondering how two people can be so different, even contradictory, but be soul-mates nonetheless - or maybe we are just BECAUSE of that.

We went for breakfast at the Orange. We joined Marcus & Maren who returned from Berlin. It was nice having them as company and Georg was really at ease, I think. Not so puffed-up and hyperactive as he tends to be around people. We spent the rest of the afternoon at Stadtpark, bathing in the last spells of sun. While I tried to learn for my upcoming exam on Thursday, he listened to the Sugababes, his favorite band. Funny thing, I kind of love the Sugababes now, too. Just because he loves'em. They're just one of these bonding metaphors that only Georg and I share in our own way. He was so calm and relaxed and there was this dog, a tiny little Chihuahua called Daisy. A lovely, vivid soul paying us a visit every few minutes. We were both loving and enjoying ourselves with this tiny creature. It was a perfect, warm day in October. With the right one by my side. Georg, I love you ...

As far as Vienna's concerned, I really put an effort into not thinking too much about it. A part of me already knows that Georg's gonna opt for Vienna while the remaining part is still hoping that he's gonna stay here. Stay with me. But who am I to hold him back? Make him stay here just for the sake of - me? I know that he wants Vienna, he wants the job, he wants to branch out and I know him well enough to see it coming that he's gonna do the right thing. The right thing for himself - even if it is without me. Sure it would hurt a lot. Sure I'd be sad. Sure I'd not lose him for good. But as I said I do not want to give it too much thought. Not yet. Not yet ...