One Night on the Salzach, Pleasure's Real or is it Fantasy?
or, Remembrances of Salzburg and Blondie
It’s a mid-August Saturday night in 1993 and I’m sitting at a little outdoor table on the banks of the Salzach River which flows through Salzburg, Austria, splitting the city in two, the old town and the new town. It’s my first Saturday night in Salzburg. It’s my first week in Austria. It’s my first time in Europe.
I’ve been here about three days, maybe.…
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