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eyes and "Gemütlichkeit". But they didn't give me much time to dream, all tongs were now active and glass after glass toasted to mine to you, the parents, my new and real home, to an early return - and song after song, some didn't leave the pavilion when Kestranck and I went at two or three in the morning. [[strikethrough]] What do you say to that? [[/strikethrough]] What do you say to that? Hospitality, is that the word for it? No, I have to coin a new word - 

But Mizi I am so grateful. I have seen and experienced so much that is so supremely beautiful that many of the shadows which covered my picture of Wien have gone. That evening was a work of art a delight to a mans soul, never to be forgotten. The "Alserkaserne" and other miserable things step back into gray tones and the bright