Allow me to rewind just a bit: on my way to the above concert, I had a joyous itty-bitty encounter. Before I continue, I should note that whenever I'm out and about in this city I try my best to look like just another Viennese 20-year-old dude, as in I pretend I know the entire city, the expansive language, and the metric system like the back of my right hand. With that in mind, this is what happened, more or less:
YOUNG LADY
Entschuldigung.
[Excuse me.]
DANIEL
Ja...bitte?
[Yeah?]
YOUNG LADY
(impossible to understand German...)
blah blah blah blah blah blah ich möchte naskjdhkaf kasd ja nein sdsnfbashfjklad ---
DANIEL
Uh, es tut mir leid. Ich spreche...kein Deutsch.
[Uh, I'm sorry. I don't speak German.]
YOUNG LADY
Ah, uh okay...danke schön sowieso.....aber weißt Sie wenn dieser Zug fährt zum Museumsquartier?
[Ah thanks anyway.....but do you know if this train goes to Museumsquartier?]
DANIEL
(All I heard was something about Museumsquartier which is a stop on the train that I knew of)
Ah, ja. Uh....ja, ja. Sie....kann die....U-zwei nehmen. Das...ist richtig.
[Ah, yeah....you can take the U2. This is right.]
YOUNG LADY
Ah, danke schön!
DANIEL
Ja...(5 seconds later) bitte.
The point of that little dialogue? Well, I somehow gave a German speaker directions with my teeny weeny grasp of the language.
Also of interest, I have successfully moved to the Ottakring apartment with all the boys. It's quite nice.
Toodle-ooo folks!
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