For most of my week in Vienna, my experience of the city was so positive as to be a bit surreal. I remembered Vienna from the early 1970s -- the only time I'd visited before -- as being gloomy and dour. I also imagined that, given what I'd learned over the last few years about my family's history, I would be coping with a lot of difficult emotions. Not so. The
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