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This thing fascinated me for years to come. The closest I got to the phenomenon was Michelangelo Antonioni's, "Blow-Up", silent ground-hugging views, across flat grass-green scape. Or even Hyde Park, in later episodes of the continued mini-series "Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy", the hidden cypher. You could always watch people, but you were always in the same space. Now I was on the other side, a different space. What was it ?

In Vienna proper, busy streets in the early evening fall-like feeling in the air, cool and overcoats, some of the shops red-brick, with white crevice seams and dark wood, selling envelopes or tobacco-pipes prominently displayed in windows. I walking in a crowd got hit on the top of the left shoulder by what appeared to be a small piece of rectangle shaped metal, dropped from great height. I looked up and there were many stories straight-high. Someone could have intentionally dropped it, and was now gazing down on me to see what was got. I thought in theory - I could do that if I am up there. No idea of the result down below, but nothing too serious. Why would I do that ? Well to see if I could. There I did it. I didn't care. I don't have to care. There are people above me. I didn't think it was errant dislodged rubble. It hurt even with my heavy jacket on. Good thing it didn't get me on the head. I had no hat. It hurt for a number of days thereafter.

"They don't matter down there. I will never be one of them. I am not going to be looking-up. I will never be caught. No one will question me. I am above the fray. This proves it. I don't care about them down-there.

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