The address of my childhood until I got married was Karlsplatz 3.
When I walked out of the rather grand entrance, through which horse drawn carriages had galloped a mere 120 years ago, and turned left, counting roughly five hundred steps, I…
The address of my childhood until I got married was Karlsplatz 3.
When I walked out of the rather grand entrance, through which horse drawn carriages had galloped a mere 120 years ago, and turned left, counting roughly five hundred steps, I…