A colorful world of endless happiness with a touch of sadness. The Prater. Expressed correctly: the Wurstelprater. Due to a funny theatre figure from the 17th century. Called Hanswurst. The Vienna amusement park has a long-standing tradition.

A magical place of fascination, characterized by the smell of cotton candy and the sound of jingles out of the boxes of diverse attractions. Some of them are alive even in winter. Absolutely necessary from a Tagada dancer’s point of view. New moves for the peak season have to be trained.

An weird center of entertainment, pastime, livelihood. Where Liliputbahn meets Break Dance and ghost trains teach laughter rather than fear. A never dying place where my sour crumbly stomach contents once rained from the carousel down on the heads of the people.