the view from my window

*note: I took this picture the second day I was here

I live on the fourth floor (fifth really) of the student dorm on Boltzmanngasse, and one of the hardest things for me to get used to is the view from my window, and vice versa, the view into my window. Closing the curtains before stripping down to my skivvies has proved to be harder to remember than it really should be.

The window directly across from mine has been lit up the past couple of nights. It's impossible for me not to be nosy because the curtain is never drawn, and I can see a room lined with bookshelves that are stacked floor to ceiling. There's a small chair and a tall lamp and I have a feeling a hardwood floor is covered with an ancient oriental rug. I have been wondering for days who lives there and reads all of those books.

Last night I finally found out. I looked up from my German grammar exercises and saw an ancient-looking man absolutely rocking out on what must be a keyboard, because he was wearing huge headphones. I wished he would unplug the headphones and open the window so I could hear what he was playing, grab my flute and start jamming across the gap. Fifteen or so minutes later the lights went out, and I had to think again about my assignments.

The sunset from my window