What's the paradise?

I am back at home. Back in Styria. Austria. What a gorgeous place. A place of nature, peace and lots of other wonderful things. A place for living??

I have to admit that I really miss this green place, this indescribably good air, the fresh water, this kind of paradise. But I also have to admit that I couldn't live here anymore. It's like... the paradise here in Styria. It's more than words could say but if I would consider moving back to Austria then I would go to Vienna again for certain reasons. But that's quite unlikely at the moment. Even more since spending a morning in Vienna. I believe that most of the British are superficial, more than most of the continental Europeans. But to be completely honest: I prefer this British kind of communication behaviour to the Viennese one. Yesterday, while paying for my fruitwhey drink in a Hofer branch in the heart of Vienna I got reminded how the Viennese tend to be: harsh, moody, unfriendly. After this I knew again why I'm doing this London thing. Isn't it nice being asked at the till how your day was? Does it not make your day a bit better when talking a few words with people rather than trying to avoid every kind of eye contact? Viennese charm? I don't miss it at all. Then I rather keep squeezing myself through the crowds of London, breathing the bad air, drinking river water (and I don't ask what's in there!!) and dreaming of a green paradise.