In the 90s, I knew a 19-year-old Turkish jazz player who played bass more refined than 60 Austrian jazz players in the Viennese jazz scene. Austrians chased us Iranians for a lot of things, especially clubbing, parties, and they wanted to be insiders alongside us. The way these parents (our fans of yesterday) raised their children is pure and explosive: complex, envy, and feelings of inferiority: These are ours, our music, our art, our paintings, our antiques, our singers, our records. Ridiculous assholes from the 80s and 90s. What would Viennese nightlife be like without Persians, Turks, and Africans? good night