Strudlhofstiege, Vienna

I was born right around the corner from these steps and used to play here. I remember being scared of the fish and being too young to understand the sad poem that is written there. My grandfather used to help me go up and down the steps. Every time I go there, I sit on the steps and try not to cry, for this brings back so many memories of my childhood and of a time when the world was such a better place. I am so proud of the fact that I was born in Vienna. I will miss it until the day I die.