if you are from klagenfurt you basically grow up with it, it’s always there – to swim in, to walk at. essentially “meeting at the lake” has a special meaning for us people here. it smells like fresh-cut grass and a light breeze in the summer and feels like a long quiet walk in the winter – eventually you are parents would take you for a hot chocolate at the loretto cafe in the end. now for the first time in six years the lake froze over again, not the whole stretch of 24 kilometres but still a large portion of it. i can imagine tomorrow already. kids, marathon-skaters, hockey players, just the whole bunch will be there, where generations of klagenfurtians did their first steps on the majestic frozen surface. and yes i will be there too, at the lake of dreams.
i believe.