right behind Stadtplatz 22, the 100 meter high steeple of St.Stefan reaches into the clear sky. My good friend, Hermann and I climbed all the way up, through the cupola above the room with the uncanny and noisy clockwork, right up along some rickety ladders and we carved our names in the final beam, beyond which you cannot proceed.
Along the narrow street, the "Kirchengasse" half way down is the entrance to my home. We lived in a 6 room apartment on the third floor. It was a fabulous life.