When I was in Austria, I made a pilgrimage of film noir crime by walking the steps of Holly Martins and Harry Lime. These two main characters from Graham Greene’s The Third Man agreed to meet at the Riesenrad in post- World War II Vienna. When Holly refused to help Harry with his racket of selling penicillin, Harry made a move to push his friend out of the ferris wheel when it reached its highest point. Later, trapped in the sewers of Vienna, Harry tried to climb out only to find his exit blocked. With a nod, Harry asked the pursuing Holly to shoot him.
My own dream strangely parallels the movie’s climactic scenes.
Dream Song and Tourist Ride on the Riesenrad
inch up the black rocky crevice
my back scrapes across the slot
I see the giant ferris wheel
lost in the mazy
kiosks, steaming bratwurst stands.
my handholds help me
inch up the rocky crevice
Lifted up,
I become detached
from the other passengers
from Charlotte
from Vienna
from myself.
At the acme,
I tingle.
the black rocks are slippery
one foot at a time
thrusts me up
the rocky crevice
I squint at the light
Widening my eyes,
I see the Danube.
The wheel stops.
It is no longer possible
to open the cabin door
to shove someone out.
my head pops out
my palms shove me
out of the clammy crevice
a warm breeze fills my lungs
Sixty-five meters down
people are wandering about.
“Would you feel any pity
if one of those dots
stopped moving forever?”
my hips wriggle out
and I sway
till my rib cage fills
I wobble to my feet
sinking them
four feet down into the rock
Our cabins descend
so smoothly
one can set down
a glass of wine
on the white tablecloth
without spilling
one red drop.
I stretch my hands down
peer down
for a way down
I will not inch down
the black crevice
The red uniform
of the attendant
approaches.
He yanks the door open.
I have waited
fifty years
for this ride.
I hold Charlotte’s hand
to pulse the vibe
into her
and swagger jauntily out of the packed red cabin.
Theme from The Third Man. Anton Karas plays the zither throughout the movie starring Orson Welles and Joseph Cotton.

Effective combination of words and moving images. The dream sequences are haunting. The travel and dream narratives complement each other. I get chills from the juxtaposition of enjoying a glass of red wine while riding in one of the compartments and the thought of pushing someone out.