It was almost midnight when I reached Kärntnerstrasse, on the way back to Stephansdom. I had let myself wander for hours without target, without map, immersed in the sights and sounds of the majestic city, enjoying the wonderful sensation of being back in Vienna! Having delighted for three days in the magic of Salzburg’s Old City, with its quiet streets and peaceful life, I was now trying to find “my” Vienna, somewhere in the noise and crowds which assaulted the streets even at that late hour. I had been in the city since the early morning, on the streets of the Innere Stadt, had spent many hours on the Domgasse, inside the building and outside, on the Blutgasse and Schullerstrasse, and now I knew I had to return to the hotel, not because I wished to, not because I was tired, but because it was almost midnight, and there was a tomorrow waiting to be discovered. I don’t know why I had stopped on Kärntnerstrasse, but I remember I hadn’t looked around me, neither to the right, nor to the left… and yet there was something in that place… a feeling… a resonance… a vibration… there was something calling me… so I turned left and started to walk…
And then I saw the fountain, and recognized it… not like you recognize an image you have seen in an album, or on the internet, but like you recognize a place that you have known… like your feelings are whispering you have returned to a place that once was so familiar…
I felt the vibrations, and heard the unspoken words… I turned my head to the left, slowly, somehow fearing it won’t be there when my eyes reach it… and I saw The Ambassador… I raised my head and followed its imposing shape from the ground to the sky…
And then I closed my eyes and saw Mehlgrube.
It was there when my soul reached for it.
It will be there forever.
Just like the moving emotion of that moment when my beloved concert premiered there… on a night of 11 February 1785…
I call to you, Music,
I close my eyes and see
the guests have arrived,
the hall is filled with their murmur,
impatient as they are for
the concert to start,
the musicians are holding their instruments,
their eyes on the precious score
lighted by the golden glow of candles,
and then He appears…
231 years ago, at the Mehlgrube, this is how it must have sounded like…
And this is how it sounds for us, today…
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