December 27th, 4 pm – I have taken my position on Reinhold’s rooftop. You are sitting on history condensed, neatly curved into the scenery by Zaha Hadid; a gesture of persistence and and also assimilation.  You are looking over the Peitlerkofel Range. A symphony of colours and light. A movement of yellow, played in time with gusts of wind, fades to a strong orange. A fabric of blood-red sacrifice at the finale. Blue persists in front of black.