“I wish to leave Vienna, very soon. How ugly it is here. Everybody is envious of me and deceitful, former colleagues look at me with dissembling eyes, in Vienna there is only shadow, the city is black, everything is done by recipe. I want to be alone. I wish to visit the Bohemian Forest. May, June, July, August, September, October; I have to see new things and learn about them, want to taste dark waters, to see crashing trees untamed air, want to look in wonder at moldy garden fences how they all live, young birch groves and hear the shaking leaves, want to see light, the sun.”
