01 July 2013
Within my first few minutes on Viennese ground: we're walking from the train station to our hostel. It's an unremarkable part of Vienna, and it's late at night. There's music playing across the street. Somebody says it kind of sounds like Beirut, and a few of us know what she's talking about, so we hurry through check-in and then back out across the street. It is Beirut, and it's a sold-out concert, so we just listen here. I take a few pictures, which mostly end up blurry in a way that remembers the moment perfectly.