It is common knowledge and repeated on every possible and impossible occasion that “the Balkans begin at Rennweg”, and, depending on the context in which it is used, the Viennese – and otherpeople south-east of Rennweg - react either flattered or start sulking. The first couple of times I heard the sentence – so long ago, I couldn’t say when it was – I remember finding it funny and interesting. By now, I often feel I can’t hear it any more. Of course, when you’re sick of something it starts coming up everywhere and all the time....