Bratislava: Walls That Don't Care About Your Paint
just rolled into bratislava with a backpack full of spray cans and a cold that won’t quit. this city’s got this weird vibe where the buildings look at you like you’re interrupting their nap. spent three days trying to find decent walls to tag but kept getting chased by security guards who spoke faster than i could apologize. i just checked the weather and it’s currently doing its best impersonation of a damp sponge at 5.5°C with 93% humidity. if you like breathing liquid, this is your paradise. hope you packed a towel.
found this abandoned factory district where the graffiti’s actually decent. mostly just tags and some political stuff, but hey, it’s better than nothing. tried to hit up the castle walls but they’ve got more security than a bank vault. locals told me the real art scene’s underground - literally. there’s this tunnel system under the old town that’s basically a legal free-for-all. haven’t found it yet, but i’m pretty sure it’s behind that kebab place that smells like regret.
if your fingers freeze solid and you need a change of scenery, vienna’s basically next door. like, 45 minutes by bus. perfect for a day trip when the locals start looking at your paint cans like you’re carrying plutonium. spent yesterday wandering around the main square where some dude was playing a saw with a bow. true story. also saw more pigeens here than in a Hitchcock movie. they’re basically the unofficial mayors.
heard from this bartender who’d clearly had too many slivovitz that the danube river’s got its own current system. said it’ll steal your keys if you’re not careful. also mentioned that the communist-era apartment blocks are actually soundproof. which might explain why no one ever screams at their neighbors.
someone warned me that the tourist-trap restaurants near the castle will charge you €10 for a slice of bread. said the real eats are at this place called *Hviezda where the waitresses will probably scowl at you but the goulash’s worth it. also heard that Reduta jazz club has a door guy who’s allergic to smiles. bring frown.
overheard this grandma on the tram muttering that the new Slovak National Museum* is haunted by ghosts of bureaucrats. said they make the security scanners go haywire. tried it myself - my bag got flagged for having spray cans. coincidence? i think not.
crashed this morning at Bistrica Hostel where the guy at reception handed me a map with the best street art spots circled in highlighter. turns out he’s a retired art teacher who just likes watching kids get paint on their hands. said Artforum Gallery has legit exhibitions if you’re into that sort of thing. also tried Modrá Hviezda for dinner - the liver dumplings were like eating clouds made of pork. weird but good.
gonna try finding that tunnel tomorrow. if i disappear, tell the cops it was the pigeon mayor’s fault. peace out, and bring gloves. seriously. the cold here’s no joke.
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