In the year 2000, I was granted a studio work place in a provincial town of eastern Styria.
A room of 55 square meters, tucked away amongst the vast chambers and halls of a former monastery.
On the 25th of June the newly found space was activated.
On the 26th of June I found the access route to the studio blocked.
Initially thinking, aha, here lies the forward patrol of the welcome wagon- a group of local politicians and business leaders en-route to welcoming a fresh immigrant or a new tenant.

On the contrary, it was a man in uniform, ill-mannered, ill-adjusted, small in dimension,
and loud against the sky, that blocked my path.
” Halt!!! Fahren verboten “� he belted out.
I ignored that nasty little fool and rode on.
With foam gulping from the jaw line, he followed in pursuit and pulled me from the bicycle.
Such aggressive behaviour begets an answer accordingly by “take your filthy, stubby fingers from my shoulder… asshole”�.
Still clamping at my upper arm, he declared “you are in double violation of the law”.
The response ”… and you are in contempt of the law”.
To escalate matters he demanded proof of identification, a fine to the amount of 1000 Aut. Schilling and noted down two charges, one: not observing a no-vehicular traffic sign and two: not dismounting from the bicycle when encountering such a no-vehicular traffic sign.

Months later these charges were dropped, since no such laws did apply at the given time.
My request to behead or at least to discharge this notoriously wrongful cop was not granted.
The little aggressor and wrongful accuser is still with the local police force and has recently been awarded the 30 years of exemplary duty for the Nation of Austria badge.

R