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MUNICH

                   Europe

    Und Munchen

April 20, 1977

I left Rome at 16:37 right on time, for Munich
on Wednesday, April 20th. The trip was
pleasant and although I had a couchette, I
did not sleep because the trip was a bit
rough and also I was a bit anxious to get
back to Munich. When I arrived at 6:50, I
called Paul - he was in bed - so I took the
subway car and the #52 bus to Schweiger
Strasse. My stay, second stay, in Munich was
nice again. I am always very happy to get
back because Paul is there and it is like a
refuge for me there. I can stay there quietly.
We went out to the bars a few times and I
made an ass of myself one particular night,
and chose to go home with somebody else,
rather than with Paul, and I ended up by
getting the run around, but that’s all right-
nothing was held against me.

Oh man in the street - who
are you looking for?
Me, perhaps? Come with me
Gunther - a sound of cannon
Gunther - Gunther.
Again and again, I’ll say it.
A sound of cannon
Rumbling close to me,
And firing my insides with
Thundering bliss
Oh Gunther - a sound of cannon
Filling me with fire.
Guntherrrr!

This is a poem dedicated to a Bavarian that I
would like to me (sic) some day. One day, I
met him in a toilet next to the Issar and we
walked home together, but we parted at
Schweiger Strasse. He knew Paul also. But it
was not the last time I saw him.
Two days later, he called and came to Paul’s
flat for coffee. We   were as bashful as 2 kids
on a nude beach. The morning went well. We
had coffee and stumbled through our
conversations bashfully. He left because he
had to go to work in an hour. He called the
next day and came up again for coffee. We
wanted each other very much and we ended
up by making love. It was a beautiful
experience. I have a strong feeling for him.
He is with an Italian and I am in love with him
- with Gunther. I have seen him four times
and have been to bed with him once. Despite
the fact that I am unsettled and he is not - I
want to see him again.
..............skip.,
Paul drove me to the station on Sunday night
at 7:30 and I took the train to Paris at 8:20.

Paris

Yes Paris - there’s magic in that word, more
than Rome and probably more than in any
other capital in the world. I arrived in Paris at
8:20 in the morning and set out to change
some money and call Jean, Paul’s friend
whom I met in Sicily. I reached him and he
told me to come over as soon as I could as
he had to go to work that morning. From the
gare Paris-Nord, I took the metro to St.
Germain des Pres aned following his
directions, walked up the rue Saints Peres to
the Rue de l’Universite. Unfortunately, at first I
went the wrong direction, but I retraced my
steps and went back toward the Metro,
crossed the boulevard Saint Germain and
went up two streets, until I finally arrived at
Rue de l’Universite. This was the beginning
of the street, so I had to walk quite a ways to
86.
I finally reached Jean and “Il m’a acceulli
gentillement et m’a invite a demeurer chez lui
pour quelques jours”. This was beautiful for
he lives in the center of Paris and so I was
able to come and go as I pleased, had a key
to the front door and saw as much as I could
in the time there.
le Louvre
Place de la Concorde
L’Arche de Triomphe
L’Eglise Saint Germain des pres
Les Ponts
L’Ile de la Cite
Notre Dame Montmarte et le Sacre Coeur
Le Palais des Trocadero.

On Friday, April 29th (1977), I went with Jean
to Brussells to visit Paul, a dearly loved friend
of Jean. We drove in Jean’s car from Paris to
Bruxelles. It was disgusting trying to get out
of Paris unto the freeway to Brussells. The
traffic was really bad. I spent some beautiful
days in Brussells. I even had the chance to
visit Antwerp and Brugges, a lovely little town
to the West where lace is made, a town that
is well-known for its lacework.

A photo will be inserted here eventuallly to
depict the countryside of Pepignon.
Meanwhile, I insert a picture of my back yard,
temporarily.

Mikonos

This was a thoroughly enjoyable experience.
The trip on the boat was very good - nice
weather. I went to the island because I had
heard so much about it. I’m glad I went
because it was a beautiful experience. The
weather was absolutely beautiful all the time
I was there, not too cold not too hot, just right
and the nicest thing about it was that there
were hardly any tourists on the island which
made it pleasant. The boat arrived in
Mykonos about 10:30. On the way, I met three
characters on board, Sue and Denis,
Americans, and Narnie, a Canadian girl. I
use the term “character” because they made
this part of this trip very pleasant in some
ways, but very unpleasant in some other
ways. But now that I look back at everything
that has happened, I really cannot blame no
one but myself. I must come to the
conclusion that I cannot tolerate people, and
therefore I can’t get along in general with
people. I stayed with Dennis, Sue and Marnie
at Mykonos, in a house where we shared the
same rooms, and then we would visit
different parts of the island during the day,
then go to discos in the evening. Dennis, a
regular stick in the mud stayed most of his
time away from the discos, whereas I and the
others frequented them.

He hasn’t grown, he’s spotted too
His voice an octave too high, I say
For a man who seems to be a man
But who, in truth, is but a shame.
So American in speech
So ugly in countenance
A selfish ass, ‘tis sad to say
Who whines and groans the
live long day.
I dedicate this poem
to a creature called Dennis.

And the girls, while I’m at it, picking
characters to pieces, are really terrible,
incredibly so. Sue is a tall bespectaled,
large-boned and homely girl, and I don’t
mean homeley in the sense that the
Australians do. Her artificial laugh and

sneaky behavior with foreign men gives one
the impression of a manitee’d Jezebel who
is out for anything she can get from others.
Marie is a bit more disarming, sweet,
helpless-acting, but she too is as artificial as
icing on a Myer’s store Christmas cake on
the 20th of December. I have watched these
girls in action and I was horrified at the way
they go about trying to get their way with
Greek men, or Turks. In Mykonos, Marnie got
involved with a Greek called Dimitrius.
Apparentloy, she was leading him on and
when he tried to eat a “piece of the cake”, she
told him to fuck off. One night (just before we
left), she came screaming to the door of the
house for (are you ready) “Dennis”. We all
came out of our rooms to find out what the
problem was. Dimitrius had followed Marnie
home and slapped her and she was very
upset over that. Anyway, that is an
experience, involving Marnie. More about that
bitch later.

Sue was having some kind of relationship
going with Stilos. I spent most of my time
with Eech and Arnold. We did a bit of hiking
and I feel I got a feel of the island this way. I
must come back to Greece some day, not
necessarily to Mykonos, but to Greece -
Athens and other islands.There is so much
more to say about Mykonos, but suffice it to
say, it is a quiet, lovely, dead island among
the Cyclades, just perfect for a vacation. In
the summer, it must be wild. I did manage to
buy a few things while I was there, one of
which was a beautiful woolen sweater which
I sent home. (In retrospect, I remember a
diamond among the azure when the ship
came close to the shore of the island, with
houses all white and roofs red -tilled, and
blue for church, with windmills on one end of
the island. The bars invited the tourist to
dance with the locals, the boys all in a row,
arm to arm, moving to the strains of the lute
and kettle drum I think).

The trip back to Athens went well. I must
admit, I was anxious to get back so I could go
out to the bars. We arrived in Athens and the
four of us found a room to share there for two
days in a hotel called “Diana Hotel”. We
stayed there for two days before heading off
to the next stop - Istanbul. I went to the
Mykonos Bar at night and found it pleasant
enough.

Salzburg, Austria

On Sunday, March 9, 1977, after a very long,
uncomfortable bus ride from Istanbul, in
Turkey to Salzburg in Austria, we arrived 35
hours later. We left on Friday night at 7:00 PM
and arrived at 10:00 AM on Sunday. Actually
at last count, it’s closer to 40 hours. Ah mein
Gott!! Our Turks, supposedly took care of us.
Honestly, 2 farmers who were born deaf,
dumb, and blind, and who have taken care of
hogs for 35 yearsof their life, could have done
a better job taking care of us than those
idiots did. At one time, one of them even
started bothering one of the female
passengers but was eventually told to “Fuck
off”, but he couldn’t or rather wasn’t man
enough to take the hint, so he slapped the
girl full in the face. I believe Turks, namely the
men, are very chauvinistic in their dealings
with women. Many of them cannot be trusted
and can be very temperamental when it
comes to women. Anyway, we were stopped
for any little thing, toilet stops were very
erratic, stops for restaurants were usually at
expensive ones. Lights were switched off
and on at their whims. It was sort of
nightmarish. We finally arrived in Salzburg on
Sunday, a fine sunny day, which made us all
very happy. We arrived in Salzburg on Sunday
at ab out noon. We got off the bus and
“fearless leader” Dennis led the way to the
downtown area. At the railway station, I
exchanged $40.00 for shillings. Somewhere
between the station and the Youth Hostel, I
lost 200 shillings. I don’t know exactly how or
where, but stupid me, I lost over $10.00
American. This caused an argument
between Dennis and I because I almost
accused him of not taking care, or watching
over my stuff in my room while I was out for a
few minutes. There was a German guy there
when I was there, so I don’t know if he took
the money or not - I can’t really prove
anything, but I did lose the money.

I decided to wash some clothes the first day
while the others went out to visit. I washed
two pairs of pants, shirt, my sweater, etc.
After the washing, I took a shower then I went
out. I naturally familiarized myself with the bar
area. I walked around and saw the sights of
Salzburg. It was absolutely beautiful. I saw
just a little, but enough to want to see more.
At night, I went to the Tiroli bar and there met
some Austrians, Hans and 2 Gerhards. They
were very friendly and during my stay here, I
have found the Austrians to be very friendly.

Monday March 7, 1977

I woke up about 10:00 a.m., cleaned up and
went out with my camera.
No, my mistake, I didn’t take my camera.
Hans, my Australian friend took me on a
special tour of Salzburg, mostly the old part
and some of the new. First of all, in the
morning, we had coffee and bread and jam
at Gerland’s and then we left for a tour of the
City. We went first of all to Mozart
GebatcHaus, the house where Mozart was
born in Getreidegasse. I went on a short tour
through the house where he was born and
also where he died. It was very interesting to
learn a little bit about this genius. There were
in the house original chairs and tables,
paintings of Amadeus and his family,
manuscripts, his violins etc. etc. One
incredible piece of information I heard was
when the guide told us that when Mozart was
young, he attended a symphony in the Sistine
Chapel in Rome and after having heard it just
once, he sat down and wrote the whole
symphony from memory, including all the
orchestration, choral, and notes without one
mistake!
I am writing this entry one week later - today
is Tuesday March 15, 1977.
I have been in Salzburg for nine (9) days now,
and the reason I have stayed for so long is,
firstly, in order to get my Eurail Pass. I am still
trying to get some of my lost possessions
(from the theft in Indonesia. I was told by a
fellow traveller that the railroads in Salzburg,
Austria is willing to give me a new pass, a
replacement, but I need confirmation from
Australia to prove to them that I bought the
card in Melbourne. So I have been waiting for
over one “fucking week” for a “goddamn
telegram” from Malcolm. Apparently, after I
get the telegram, I can get a new Eurail Pass.
But with my goddamn luck, something else
will go wrong. It usually does, oh yes, I get all
the rotten luck. Well after all that “flowing
French” (fuck you!), maybe I can get down to
more pleasant topics.
The topic is Paul, an ex-actor who is a good
skier, and whom I have met in Salzburg and
who also invited me to stay with him in
Munich. That is, in a nutshell, a description of
Paul, a very nice fellow. I met Paul and
Helmunt at the Tiroli last Saturday and Paul
invited me to stay in Hallein a small town 11
miles from Salzburg.
(See map on next page showing Salzburg
and Hallein)

The map above shows Austria and its
geographical location in respect to other
European countries. Salzburg is boxed in
green and Hallein, close by, is boxed in red.

There, in Hallein, I met Peter and Daniel who
have been together for approximately 3 years
now. Helmunt and Paul were also together
for a while - 3 years active, but in toto, 10
years, good friends. They have both been
very kind to me. Paul has invited me to stay in
München where I am now......
To continue from Monday - and from Mozart
Haus, I went to the Ale Market (old Market)
and there visited the Residenz which used to
be the Residence of Archbishop Wolf
Dietrich von Raiteneau, archbishop of
Salzburg during Mozart’s lifetime (1200’s).
He also built Mirabelle Castle, or should I
say, the mansion for his mistress - Salome. I
have visited this building and its grounds and
in its hey day, it must have been “fantastiche”.
The Archbishop, sneaky character that he
was, also built the Residenz, which I went
through on tour, unfortunately, too fast of a
tour because the guide went too fast. The
furnishings, paintings, statues, marble,
stucco work, there is so much to see...so
much to tell - it is very sumptuous and
spectacular. He, the archbishop, also started
the dome, (the Cathedral) also known as St.
Francis Kirche. The building was mostly
destroyed during the last war, but it was
rebuilt as it is something for a City to be
proud of. Then we visited the Glokenspiel at
the Altz Platz and then visited the inside of the
Cathedral, a beautiful chuch filled with
Gothic, Baroque and Stucco work. Among the
many edifices I did see were Saint Francis
Church, a beautiful example of Baroque, a
tour through the Residenz with its many
rooms of stucco filled with paintings, statues,
and priceless furniture. I also saw the Grand
Festival Opera House. I also saw and took
some pictures of the Pferdesch wenme,
which is a square where the horse cleaners
used to bring the horses and groom and
clean them. It is a large circular bath, in the
middle of which is Pegasus, although I did
not see the statue since it is covered in the
winter.

Hans, my guide, and I then went up to see
the castell, Festunghohensalzburg, a fort
situated on top of a high hill overlooking all of
Salzburg. It was built to protect the Alzstadt
Salzburg in the 600’s. The view from the top
is fantastic. After the castle, we went down to
visit a very old cemetery. An interesting sight
was a very old chapel built on the side of the
wall, or rock. During the Reformation, some
Lutherans built the chapel by night then
covered it over with a false wall. The chapel
was revealed when the false wall broke away
during an earth tremor in the region a few
years back. From there, we went to visit (what
I think) is the oldest church in Salzburg. What
a beautiful church! It is very old with
Romanesque paintings, barely visible,
Gothic and beautiful ceiling work in gold, etc.
From there, we went to the Mirabell House,
built by Von Raitenau, the Archbishop, for his
mistress Salome. What a place! The
gardens are the most beautiful things to see
when they are in bloom, a maze of hedges,
pots and statues, laid out in the French
fashion. I saw the Rafael Dona staircase,
marble with marble cupids all along the
staircase, and I also saw the “Wedding
room”, where weddings took place in
sumptuous surroundings and decor.

For a few days, I stayed with Paul and
Helmundt at Peter and Daniel’s house not
too far from Salzburg. They had a very nice
home. One day, Paul and Helmundt took me
skiing with them in the Austrian Alps. What
an experience! One, I’ll never forget. At first (if
I may use an expression oft used), I was
scared “shitless”. Imagine going down the
mountainside, 2000 meters up, in the Alps,
me, a Maine boy. I did really well. Anybody,
any friend of mine, would (should anyway)
have been proud of me. What a beautiful day
I had. As I said, this was an experience I
shall never forget!!!

Paul asked me to stay with him in Munich
and I accepted. I had been trying to get my
Eurailpass in Salzburg, but I needed a
telegram from Burn & Philps to prove that I
had bought my Eurailpass in Melbourne.
Since it had not come, I decided to go on to
Munich and I wrote a notice to have my mail
sent to Munich at Paul’s address.

March 15, Tuesday
It would be impossible to write the day by day
activities that I have enjoyed here in Munich
thus far, so I will try and sum up my stay here
(3 weeks
March 16, Wed.
minus one day - My how time doth fly!!!)
March 17, Thurs.
I have enjoyed my stay here in Munich
tremendously. I have stayed with Paul in a
very nice apartment, very close to the central
part of Munich. I have eaten well,
March 18, Fri.
slept well, gone out at will, visited the city as
much as possible, have met some
March 19, Sat.
very nice people. On behalf of some of the
people of Munich, I have composed
March 20, Sun.
a poem. I would like to title it “Munich - A
Diary”.
Munich - A Diary
I’ve met a few, mostly so nice
Some bad...I can’t even remember.
Renata, a Zurichian, slim
blond - authentically, I’m
not sure - she is an
Actress...to come all the
way around the world to Munich,
to meet such an Actress:
I met Helmundt, horny,
always on the lookout -
Helmundt is Helmundt:
Peter and Daniel, of Salzburg,
Peter had a birthday
It was so nice -
Daniel so cordial...eats.
Peter is...well all I know
Is Peter.
Franz-Joseph, with a
Yoseph
A tall, very tall, boy,
A sweet momman’s sort of:
Petra, for a night,
A nice girl, caught up.
Fraulein Andre - that’s
The name I remember.
A German working girl.
She let us use her pool
and sauna.
Fraulein Andre likes me.
Danke Schön.
Gustav and ____ Damn!
I can never remember
His name!

Spanophiles, with good
Photography in their blood.
They are happy seemingly.
Peter...that’s enough!
The Eagleïtes - oh yes,
The Eagleïtes.
There are so many more, so many.
Suffice to say - I love
Münche
und
Müncheners.
Ende

One day, I went to a Bier Fest and enjoyed
myself tremendously, because everybody
therer enjoyed themselves,
TREMENDOUSLY. Peter’s birthdy party was
very interesting. I met some nice people
there also. There was lots to eat and Gino,
one of the guests, put on a show that I could
only do justice to if I had taken a film of it. Not
even slides would have really done justice to
Gino’s performance.
Then one day, I went to Dachau with Paul.
Yes I saw it, but I didn’t make a point of it.
Then we went to the Olympic Village and
thouroughly enjoyed it. I am taking a few
slides, but many of them are out of focus. I
must be more careful.
Today, I went to the Haufbanhof to reserve a
seat on the train for Monday. Tonight, Paul
has Joe over to show a film on Greece -
people here are mad on film-taking. After the
film, Paul, Helmundt and I went to a couple of
bars.
Sunday - by the way, Joe took Paul and I and
some other people to a Greek restaurant
Friday night - it was very good. Then we went
to a bar in Scwabing, the “Greenwich Village”
of Munich.
Sunday was a beautiful day - Paul, Helmundt
and I went to Oberammergan and Linderhoff
to see two castles built by the fairy-tale king
Ludwig II.

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