A violinist in the sunstruck Stephansplatz was playing Strauss – a waltz you would dance to. My heart wept. I found a bench; sat; lost myself in the sweeping chords. And then I heard my phone buzzing (last charged in the Wien Hauptbahnhof toilets.) It was you. You told
me you were safe. You told me to keep the faith. Johann Strauss. And you. ‘You’
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