What for? Nothing but a form of entertainement, if it can be called so.
How long? No idea! You?
How often? You'll see... you'll see strikes too, be prepared. Or not.
As you please my dear reader.
I'm home, you're visiting. If you like. If I like.
Under the beautiful winter morning sun, listening to a crazy radio station in the parkinglot. It was all oblivious of the later crazy airport arrival, and Billa turn for some Törtchen and Paulaner, before metting the King palace.