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Day 494, 13:47 • Published in Italy Italy • by Mapplna

It is evening.
And it is dark all around.
I still can smell the smoke of all the millions of guns.
Still can hear steps of soldiers that run around.
The small Austrian Militia that try to help as they can.
The Italian soldiers that once again fought with bravery and glory.
The Hungarian that were kicking the wall to keep it down down down...
The French, few of them but friendly as always.
Netherland was here. Indonesia was here although they have war in their country.
A thought to our Iranian friends, that are fighting to defend their houses now.
I have to walk in the dark and in the smoke. Touching around to find some reference for my path.
Here, exactly here there was an Anker some week ago.
Now only the display window is broken and there is dust all around.
Thanks God Germans are gone.
Now I have to go just on the opposite side of the street.
I can read on the wall the name of my street and then the district.
Third District, Landstrasse.
It is here. Stairs. one step after the other, carefully. Looking around for some german soldiers left. Keeping in my hands the last gun.
Nobody is here anymore.
And now I see my door.
It is open but nobody is inside.
It is all destroyed, but it doesnt care.
I am back in Vienna. My free, wonderful and peaceful Vienna.
I AM AT HOME NOW!