As I relished each nourishing spoonful of risotto so generously prepared for me by an artist unknown to me even 24 hours ago, in the company of a curator known and loved by one of my dearest friends in Delhi, I found myself in the midst of a linguistic conundrum.

Marlene Hausegger, maker of excellent risotto with fennel and a brothy stock, and Anastasia Soutormina, who'd come up to me as I was exiting Viennacontemporary driven solely by intuition, had to put me on pause. We were in Marlene's apartment in Neulinggasse in Vienna, a gorgeous, inspiring, large loft with white walls and a large hammock dangling between two corners of the open-ended living room. As German speakers sufficiently fluent in English, they'd suddenly found themselves at a loss.