 Fiftyyears ago, a shy, unassuming young man, barely 17, crossed the Hungarian border and entered Austria with no suitcases, no relatives, no money, no friends, no fanfare. It was mid-November, near the bridge at Andau (the Bridge at Andau, James Michener). Little did he know, that it would take over three decades before he could [...]
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