Rosa Lila Villa

Part of my biography! 41 years ago, as a teenager, I was one of the "squatters" at the (then) "Rosalila Villa." Later, I was involved there in various ways. And a regular, happy customer at the "(Café) Willendorf." After ages, I was there again... Even though this is a strange sentence (and not justified in terms of content!), I feel—because of my own biographical connection—a kind of "paternalistic, patronizing," yet thoroughly benevolent feeling that wants to sing from the depths of my heart: "I'm so proud of you! Keep it up and keep opening your doors wider... Spring is coming, spring, our joy! Love will become more colorful—and so will the people!" 😍🌈 Take care! 😉💞 (NOTE: Updated, as I only just noticed that it wasn't published 4 years ago, no idea why...)

Love is love

A nice safe space to feel comfortable.

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