I just love when all cashpoints and tills in Austria reject your only bankcard. It really helps facilitate one’s capacity for intellectual development, linguistic intrigue, and relaxed cultural reflection while starving hungry in Spar. I’m actually really pleased that all bank clerks go home at lunchtime on Fridays too – I think we should all experience the exhilaration of having no access to funds and pushing one’s landlord’s compassion right to the edge over the weekend, facing the consequent possibility of eviction. I’m glad that many businesses do hungry and working consumers the inadvertent favour of closing for the majority of the weekend, yet being open from about 4am during the week. I even think it’s really good that about 50% of shops in central Europe don’t accept Mastercard anyway, just cash. It makes you feel such a love for people in general, so much closer to nature. I feel like I can identify with young Werther now.
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