In 1948, my 6 year old grandfather left a war torn Austria for Brazil. 64 years later he finally returned. But of course it wasn’t the same city, houses had risen from the rubble, and the blasts of bombs were nowhere to be heard. I was 11 at the time but I think I understood the weight of that trip. It felt like something had clicked into place, like a burden that I had not even been previously aware of, but that weighed down all the same was lifted off my shoulders. However there was one stone that was left unturned, we never found the house he grew up in. Six years passed until I got the chance to go back to Vienna, this time I was the only member of the family on the trip, and I was determined that I would find the old apartment. With a lot of luck and a lot of help from my german teacher we managed to find the address in some old archives. Long story short, after getting drenched in rain and fined €130 for using the wrong kind of ticket on the wrong kind of tram, I finally found it and managed to take a picture to send back home. Thank you to everyone who made that journey possible.
My bois
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‘Look at all those chickens’ #Brasil
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É bom ta de vorta 🇧🇷
Took me a while to get back to painting this over summer, but almost done
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Vienna looks like a movie set #Vienna #Wien #strassenbahn #alteswien #östereich #austria
Vienna looks like a movie set #Vienna #Wien #strassenbahn #alteswien #östereich #austria
Vienna looks like a movie set #Vienna #Wien #strassenbahn #alteswien #östereich #austria
