A Walk Through Vienna

In daylight I am given the chance to really take in the graffiti. There are places where the graffiti is so expertly done it becomes it's own art form, you can see the effort that went into each piece, it's different from the trashy forms of graffiti I am accustomed to in my own town. However, there are pieces of graffiti that seem less like art forms in Vienna but the words written instead provoke deep thought.

Some are simpler such as the giant words of "I miss you" sprayed messily onto a building wall. Who do they miss? The size of the words makes it eye-catching and I cannot help but wonder for most of the walk who wrote it, who they missed.
"Be free" sprayed small on another walk contrasts the huge letters of "I miss you" but still gets me thinking. Be free of what? I feel a sort of happiness on seeing the graffiti, positive ideas of freedom run through my mind for now.
One particular piece of graffiti is impossible to ignore. It sits on every building sprayed in all sorts of sizes and places with an accompaniment of all sorts of slogans. The word "antifa 1·" is on every building. I notice it everywhere and begin to wonder what it means until eventually I see it accompanied by symbols and slogans of anarchy. Upon a quick google search of the term I find that the word 'antifa' holds anarchist values.

Vienna: A First Impression

The journey to Vienna was an incredible experience. While a lot of people were sick with fear at the idea of flying, I was unbelievably excited for it. The sight of everything so small below you is always an incredible sight and gives you a real chance to witness the beauty of the landscapes, the huge expanse of green land. However, the most incredible part for me was being in the clouds. Being in and above something that has always been above you, that has always been so out of reach is genuinely such an exciting experience. While you may just be flying through a white expanse, it is the idea of the unknown that makes it exciting. As a child you lie on the ground and stare up at the clouds, picking out shapes and wondering what the clouds would feel like but even entering adulthood, the clouds are still an exciting and out of reach concept.
My first impression of Vienna is the tall smoking towers. I'm unsure if it's simply because I don't live near any or if it's because there aren't many in England but there is a stark difference to what I am used to seeing. These sky-high towers of white, cottonwool-like smoke in a way hold a certain beauty in the way that clouds billow out of them but the beauty is constantly overshadowed by the knowledge of pollution.
Graffiti is the next thing I notice. Becca mentioned that the graffiti is the thing to look for (not that it really needs looking for as such as it covers every surface in Vienna), not the buildings as these are mass produced, they exist in every country. On her saying this, I begin to notice how Vienna is very similar to London, the buildings really are a thing of mass production but the graffiti is something else, something new, something I will look out for in full daylight tomorrow.