I have been living in Vienna for quite exactly 40 years now and have managed to not know Vienna practically at all, I know where the individual districts are approximate, such as Vienna functions, But I don’t find my way around in them, if I had to do it, as the dog that is intentionally exposed at the motorway service area, he can’t sniff home either, at least I have my rickety bike, a bottle-green Finnish Tunturi Turhan from 1957 (Turhan is Finnish and means “in vain”), and can then do it at least so long, at least so long, and Until I feel a little familiar, visual handles of an imaginary bus, so to speak, on which I hang back into the familiar or clatter.