The city stretches out behind him, in front of him sits the narrow, stuffy Now. All the ministers of the ÖVP came, of course the high society of the old people’s party: Spindelegger, Proell, Korosec, Khol. Not too much applause before the start, Karl Nehammer indicates with his hands and snaps his widest smile. He is on the 35th floor of a fully glazed high-rise building in Vienna-Favoriten and has big plans: a visionary speech on the future of the nation. But secretly much more. Nehammer wants to sharpen his profile. Finally show the world or at least Austria where he wants to go.
