I Am Viennese (Part One)
An 11year old Austrian girl discovers the reality of Nazi unity
It was 1938 and Mira Wurtz, eleven years old, loved to eavesdrop the gossip of the customers in the grocery store where she bought the weekend bread and milk for her busy Grossmama (grandmother), Jana Kanner. Here in the city of Vienna, talk, for a long time, had been full of despair involving the cost of living, and work prospects for the future. But recently, a new word had crept into conversations. That word was ‘Ansch...
