White Niggers
Chapter 66
Thursday, October 10th, 2019, 10:15
Stubenring 24, 1st district of Vienna
Lisa walks in the center of Vienna, down the Ringstraße. There are trees on both sides of the street. Just like the Prater alley. She remembers how she was dreaming about the Order of Victory.
I can focus on doing good for society, Lisa thinks. Whether by demanding reparations for Ukraine, or designing a new religion, or in any other way.
I don't need Buba's resources for this. Millions of people watch someone painting their nails on YouTube, Lisa thinks. Who said some of them won't watch me helping them find a purpose in their lives?
If there is a time in life for altruism, it's right now – when my fixed costs are as low as my age.
On the other hand there is mother. I won't get fooled by her underwhelming response, Lisa thinks. She didn't change her morals, she only changed her tactics.
Under any normal circumstances I'd say that living with me is not a right, but a privilege, Lisa thinks. A privilege I can grant or revoke.
She is keen on selling me to the highest bidder, Lisa thinks. This means Mörtel who is as attractive, physically and mentally as Jabba the Hutt. The fact that I'll be chained to his "throne" doesn't bother her because narcissists feel no empathy.
These are perfect grounds to revoke that privilege, Lisa thinks.
Lisa goes to Café Prückel which is located next to the monument of Dr. Karl Lueger, a mayor of Vienna from the 1920s. The monument is covered with magenta graffitis. Some "activists" must have vandalized it because of alleged anti-Semitism of Dr. Karl Lueger.
In virtually every Austrian village there are memorials to Austrian soldiers who voluntarily killed Jews and other "subhumans" during World War II. Nobody touches them. Someone who only said something anti-Semitic (without killing a single Jew) is somehow worse than actual mass-murderers and rapists.
They are on a quixotic crusade against monuments, just like the Ukrainians, Lisa thinks. Fighting monuments is easier than fighting real problems.
Lisa does not see anyone cleaning up those graffitis. The authorities don't seem to bother.
Café Prückel is located in a historic building with a light-colored facade and large windows. Its entrance has a simple glass door with a canopy above it.
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Lisa goes inside and feels like travelling back in time. The furniture there looks like it is taken from the 1950s. Close to the entrance is a grand piano.
She sits down. An old waiter takes her order. He smiles and asks her how life is going.
Lisa heard somewhere that one of the waiters in this café got to know lots of celebrities. He then used his connections to fundraise for various charities.
I wonder whether it's this guy, Lisa thinks. He could be. Now that's wisdom I wanted to get from Buba.
She takes newspaper holders from a rack with the "Neue Zürcher Zeitung", "Die Presse", and "Der Standard." The latter is printed on a pink paper to display its political orientation.
One of the articles mentions Nikolaev. There is a photo of a torchlight march on one of the streets with the "Stargorod" restaurant in the background.
The photo shows people waving banners with Swastikas its little brother, and the wolf's hook that looks like a rune. Some of them stretch their right arm forward in a Hitler salute.
The article says the photo is fake, and just another piece of Russian propaganda, an attempt of an authoritarian regime to put dirt onto a fledgling democracy.
She can fake heart attacks and dementia, Lisa thinks. She cannot fake this.
The waiter brings her the Einspänner – a large mocca coffee topped with whipped cream and served in a glass.
She takes out a napkin and writes at the top of it: "Relocation of mother to Austria." Then, she estimates the amount of money she would need in order support her mother. She includes estimates of expenses for treatment of her mother's Alzeimer's.
She looks at the napkin with the calculations.
It will require financial discipline, Lisa thinks. But it's not impossible. The social security system must contribute something as well.
You need to factor in additional expenses, Lisa thinks. Dementia is comorbid with cardiovascular diseases and depression, among others. Depression can be especially tough because she is too immature to accept end of life philosophically.
She runs another napkin calculation for the pessimistic scenario when her mother has other illnesses in addition to dementia. The results are underwhelming. Financial discipline and asceticism alone are not enough if Lisa's mother became seriously ill. Off the top of her head she doesn't come up with a solution.
Let's not panic, Lisa thinks. Think logically: Her illnesses, if they ever materialize, will come into force gradually. You can start working on increasing your revenue now so you are prepared if and when she actually needs expensive medical care.
Look at the bright side: The risk of your mother's health issues can spur you to work smarter and harder, Lisa thinks. Paradoxically, caring for your mother can make you more successful.
Hope for the best, prepare for the worst, Lisa thinks. Imagine you managed to build some savings for her health risks and then they don't materialize. You would be sitting on a pile of cash.
Enlightenment is man's emergence from his self-imposed immaturity. Your mother's potential illnesses and the risks in Nikolaev can help you rid yourself of that immaturity. Now let's do what the author of this quote, Immanuel Kant did to successfully stimulate his intellect – go for a long walk.