Tuesday, September 30

Rosh Hashana
Today I was to go to the synogogue for services. But as I look at the maps, the lines of different colors showing the bus and the subway, I know I won't go. I don't have the motivation to explore Vienna, to walk out the door and figure out how to put myself along the journey pictured. Instead I will lie on the couch in Maggie and Daniel's beautiful apartment and think about my father who has always been there. To console me, to give advice, to make me mad, to make a joke or tell a story. From my earliest memory of his singing me a lullaby to strained telephone conversations about his condition.

Old Viennese

Rosh Hashana

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