So I got four beers from the Bürderschaft (Bürderschaft) in Vienna's 10th district. Salam alaykom o rahmate allah in this case an honest one, and not like others who just give me a silly greeting and then steal your phone when the opportunity arises. I saw the woman again who wanted my coffee on the street two weeks ago. I passed it on. That was a good idea, because Red Bull was the cooler companion later on. But I'm writing her a blues in honor, because she was standing very thoughtfully in front of an erotic studio, thinking deeply about something.