To visit Vienna we stayed in Gumpoldskirchen, a village 21 kilometres on the train from the capital of Austria. One warm summer evening we were eating and drinking the local green-coloured wine at a Heuriger when...
A young man in formal dress sat alone at another table, the waitress addressed him as Herr Magister. I presumed that he was the local teacher. He ate his meal and drank several glasses of Grüner Veltliner. He slowly slid under the table, nobody said anything, perhaps he did that every evening.