12 hours Thursday Berlin to Bregenz by train, one night at Landestheater Vorarlberger, seeing Dasniya and Jo perform in the Stravinski work they spend two months creating, much yellowness and shibari, after-show party of Viennese sausage and some delectable pancake-y stewed plum lusciousness, 2am dinner in the Austrian pig-hunting lodge they were staying in, falling asleep, getting up and all stumbling off at 11am, departures at the train station, then off to Zürich for me, reading by the river in the café I visit once every four years, then with Anna for our first proper, more than an hour seeing each other since the last time I lived in this city. Yes, that long ago.