A few pics taken yesterday in Vienna. To understand more, please take a look at this paper.
The house built by Wittgenstein for his sister, Margarete:



Cafe Central [gathering place in the early days of the Vienna Circle]

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Alex had us read a poem by Rilke recently. Here is the German original again from the Rilke portal. And an English translation I found on Wikipedia:
I am so afraid of people’s words.
They describe so distinctly everything:
And this they call dog and that they call house,
here the start and there the end.
I worry about their mockery with words,
they know everything, what will be, what was;
no mountain is still miraculous;
and their house and yard lead right up to God.
I want to warn and object: Let the things be!
I enjoy listening to the sound they are making.
But you always touch: and they hush and stand still.
That’s how you kill.
Translated by Annemarie S. Kidder
July 19, 2008 at 9:14 am
Wittgenstein’s house is quite interesting, but the facade looks a bit sterile. It is just a white colored cube with many edges and the grilled windows reminds me of a prison. I wouldn’t like to live in that house.
Greetings
Dirk