I’m sitting in a shared workspace inside a fancy Vienna hotel I know I don’t belong in. The old town is just over the river. I’ll go for lunch and dinner, galavanting across the seemingly ancient cobblestones of the old Jewish quarter like this is a totally normal thing I’m doing.
Because it is… And it isn’t.
Never in my wildest imagination would I have t…
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