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My mother owns the world most incredible vacuum cleaner.  It is an insult to call it a vacuum cleaner it is more like a cool gadget or gizmo. It answers the name- Dyson.  It is so fantastically good that it really takes in every dust flake that was hiding at the corner of the room from the dawn of time.  It even looks like a very neat extra terrestrial.  (My mom’s is purple… ) . In the toilets of a Viennese restaurant   I have now found the lost brother of my mom’s vacuum cleaner- the Dyson hand drier! This apparatus looks as if it was taken directly from the star ship enterprise.  It looks like metallic pita bread thingy.  In order to use it, one has to put the hands inside the thing. What follows is a splendid air flow that dries the hands in less than 20 seconds.  The feeling while it blows is sensational, and when it finishes your hands feel like some kind of luxurious hand moisturizer cream was put on it. Wow indeed!

I think this was the highlight of the last weeks I spent in Vienna.  And I do not mean that cynically.  Just to show you how good this Dyson really was I did sneak in to see a Vienna Philharmonic concert that was very good.  (My first intention was just to see the Musikverein, but while standing there I realized a concert is about to begin, so why not stay and listen. ), and I saw a great opera production and visited very nice exhibitions, but still the Dyson was the most overwhelming experience.  

I wonder if I can get a domestic version.  Long live the dyson!

Funtobe is spending a few days in Vienna.  Things are different here, naturally from Israel but also very different from Germany.  It is strikingly hot the last few days so weather wise it very much like Israel, (minus the very disturbing European lack of air conditioning).

The other day we went to a so called “healthy-new age” restaurant. The menu should have rang all the alarms for us too just leave. But it was a hot day, and we were with a lot of thing with us.  At the beginning we were still in denial, maybe because it wasn’t cheep we were trying to convince our self that it is good food. But when the 2 years old baby that was with us was trying the chicken coated with polenta, his reaction left now place for any further  self delusion.  He simply said-  FUYA.  That is the Israeli baby talk for disgusting.  At that moment we ordered the bill.  Next time we stick to good old fashion schnitzel…