I walked by a river in Vienna, while the chords to Strauss’s most famous waltz were playing through my earphones. “You wanted to walk along a river, right?” asked my brother as he bent over to tie his shoelaces that had come undone during our short tram ride from the hotel. “Well, here you have it.”
“Are you sure this is the Danube?” I asked, looking out at the walls covered in graffiti. I tried to imagine what it looked like decades before, without the graffiti. That was our last day in Vienna, and while the rest of the family were resting at the hotel, my brother and I decided to go out to see more of Vienna and to search for a memorial we hadn’t yet seen.
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