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Last week was my first birthday without my dad, who was always the first person to send greetings via WhatsApp, usually either a picture of flowers (from his garden or a shop-bought bouquet that was already waiting for me) or some sort of witty collage. Like in most families, my mum has always been the main "rememberer-and-procurer-of-gifts", but nonetheless.

It's the little things where I notice his absence most, like when I see or hear something original that would have been right up his alley, like this building detail with bears on a facade in Vienna's 9th district that I spotted a few details ago and which I would have typically sent to him immediately with few words, not expecting more than a thumbs-up emoji in return...