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timmy
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Location: UK, in Devon
Registered: February 2003
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Back and tired out. We went to Vienna for Christmas and stayed at the Hotel Sacher for a huge treat. We walked miles and miles and miles.
I saw the building at the address where my father lived with his family - it was almost certainly bombed flat in the war by one side or another. And, looking across the city from the Belvedere, I wondered just how awful it had been that he never wanted to move back
I know that, when he took my mother to see Vienna in approx 1954, he saw the quarter where he had lived being patrolled by Russian soldiers, and became too upset to pass through and see his roots.
And yet, I would have gone back, I think.
Author of Queer Me! Halfway Between Flying and Crying - the true story of life for a gay boy in the Swinging Sixties in a British all male Public School
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