We shed a few tears at the Vienna Westbanhof rail station this morning.
It was not from missing Vienna, although it is a very enticing place.
The city’s main rail station there was once palatial until it was bombed in WWII, but now is largely a fairly new three story mall. Monday morning there were dozens, if not hundreds of Syrian migrants passing through on their way to Germany. Only 5% of the migrants are staying in Austria.
Several young men seemed to be sharing a small portion of rice, and there were no visible food stations, although Vienna has been known to be very hospitable to migrants. (And, the anti-immigration candidate lost last night in local elections, although by the closest margin since 1945 when the Social Democrats began their control that has not ceased since then).
We had purchased a large bunch of bananas for the next couple of days. But we saw small children and families huddled in corners. We handed out the bananas, some chocolate, water and some euros as our one very small effort to help. The quickness that all the bananas were peeled and eaten brought tears to our eyes, and our train coming down the track is the only thing that prevented us from doing more.