Negdje izmedju vinograda i plavog Dunava mutne zelenkasto-smedje boje docekili smo novo ljeto, scucureni pod kisobranima sto pucketaju pod napadom bijesnih kapljica vode. Ja sam u svom jesenskom kaputu cekala ljeto da promoli glavu kroz teske oblake, ali ono - ovim kalendarskim varkama - samo je naglasavalo svoje odsustvo.

Ipak je bilo lijepo tamo negdje blizu Kremsa, gdje se dvorci izdizu uz obronke brdasaca i male, bajne kucice pretvaraju krajolik u igru djecije maste.

Fires filled the evening, lighting up the hillside. Along the facade of Durnstein castle, flames moved furiously to the rhythm of the raindrops coming down on the hundreds of spectators gathered to welcome the boats that would bring the summer along. Only the guest of honour was nowhere to be found.

In the end, however, it did not matter at all.