While I am way too old to seriously be fanatic about an actor or singer, I could feel my heart beating faster as I walked along the Berggasse, which is the street in Vienna where the former residence of Sigmund Freud is located.
To me, Freud is one of the true icons of the past century. He has created a lingering legacy that has left an indelible mark on the way we perceive ourselves and the world around us.
Sigmund Freud is part of my mental gallery of wise old men, along with the philosopher Immanuel Kant and the novelist Thomas Mann (ok, the latter being not always wise). But it was actually Thomas Mann’s novel ‘The Magic Mountain/Der Zauberberg’ (and a great teacher) that led me to Freud. (One short side note: While writing this, I am constantly typing Freud’s last name as Freund, which means ‘friend’ in German. This seems to me like a typical case of a Freudian slip 🙂 )
Sigmund Freud lived almost his whole life at Berggasse 19 in Vienna, 47 years altogether, from 1891 to 1938. He had to flee from the Nazis in 1938, and spent the last year of his life in London.
Freud could move all his furniture to London, amongst it his famous consulting couch. His house at Berggasse 19 was later turned into a Sigmund Freud Museum, as well as his residence in London. Although Freud lived only for one year in London, most of his belongings stayed in his London residence. His daughter Anna Freud returned later some of the furniture to Vienna.
Stepping into the apartment where Freund wrote his works was kind of a surreal feeling. Little personal possessions all over the place. You can see books that he read, drawings and little sculptures with ancient themes that once were part of his apartment’s decoration.
And last but not least, the original furnishings of Freud’s waiting room.
(Sorry for the low quality of some pictures, which was due to poor lighting)
One feels inclined to say that the intention that man should be ‘happy’ is not included in the plan of ‘Creation’.
(Civilization and its Discontents, 1929)
The poor ego has a still harder time of it; it has to serve three harsh masters, and it has to do its best to reconcile the claims and demands of all three…
The three tyrants are the external world, the superego, and the id.
(New Introductory Lectures on Psychoanalysis, 1932)
Psychoanalysis is in essence a cure through love.
(Letter to Carl Jung, 1906)