The Holocaust Memorial Day just passed by, and I decided to put on paper some thoughts that echo in my head every time we visit Vienna. When I am reading, I am usually looking between the lines for a hidden meaning. On the contrary, when I am writing, I'm trying to “put my heart on my sleeve” and be brutally honest. In my stories, I am trying not to judge - I am just asking questions. This story, you are about to read, is one very long question, and by the end of it, you will
