THE (new and improved!) WELL AT SCHLOSS FORCHTENSTEIN
Welcome to THE ( new and improved!) WELL AT SCHLOSS FORCHTENSTEIN. Don’t bother trying to pronounce it. Some of my old friends have been here before, but some of my newer followers have not, and when you read this you will be reminded about why this is so. The (new and improved) version – there’s always a new and improved version – is now an interactive, unified hyper–textual object containing all of my posts for the past few years, linked together as threads. Don’t ask me how I did this. The answer is very boring. I am probably one of the least technically accomplished people to ever appear in Elloville, but sometimes all it really takes is patience or a willingness to make a short job long, a phrase I’ve used on several of my posts which you might find if you have enough patience. You can find out more about this if you feel like exploring. Just click on one of the emojis and see where it takes you. Before long this post is going to disappear from the top of your feed. What you need to do is just to “love” this post. You won’t love it as much as you love your pets or your partners or your playmates, and probably not even as much as you love pistachio ice cream or asparagus with brown butter or glazed carrots but at least it’s a way to find THE (new and improved!) WELL AT SCHLOSS FORCHTENSTEIN again.
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30 years ago – well 35 actually – Doris and I decided we would like to travel to Vienna for a two week holiday We wanted to take a walk in the Vienna Woods We saw quite a bit of native European wildlife in the Vienna Woods, not to mention many people wearing lederhosen, but there were no chipmunks. Some of the people wearing lederhosen were also singing. The kids were in their teens and Mary was still living in the house, but that’s a story for another day. We spent a few nights in a privat pensione with Frau Kovacs who thought we were newlyweds but that’s all I’m going to say about it. . One day we rented a car and drove down to Eisenstadt where we went to see Schloss Esterhazy where Haydn was in charge of the music. Then we drove out into the countryside and up a crazy winding road to have a look at Schloss Forchtenstein which was like a real fairy tale castle on the top of a steep hill but not as much like a fairy tale castle as Neuschwanstein but that one is in Bavaria so we didn’t go there. You can take a tour of the castle, which has rooms full of military uniforms and not much else. Some of the uniforms were for the cavalry regiments the Esterhazy Dukes were responsible for providing for the Kaiser's army. The tour guide knew quite a bit about these regiments and the various battles they were deployed in, sort of like a story about history repeating itself, but it's not clear that it did any good for the Kaiser or for anybody else for that matter. At the end of the tour the guide takes us down a winding stairway, through a creaky doorinto a dimly lit room where there was a huge well, maybe 5 meters in diameter. He takes out a piece of paper and a lighter and he asks me to set the paper on fire and throw it into the well. We watched that piece of paper slowly sink into the darkness for a very long time, getting smaller and smaller and then, after what seemed like several minutes there was a barely audible hiss as it hits the water and the flame vanished . The feed on your social media account is even deeper than that well. When you post something here and then listen carefully for a while – maybe a couple of days – you can hear the barely audible hiss of your post hitting the water.