Once More in Triple Time
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In fact, I had been to Salzburg once before, decades earlier, as a high school student. We had taken the train from Munich, where maybe 15 of us were staying in a little hotel near the Hauptbahnhof, supervised by one of our school’s two German teachers, Frau Bell. The trip was an exercise in cultural immersion, the value of which, like that of learning another language, was apparently self-evident enough that I can’t remember questioning it until I was throwing up the convenience-store pizza I h
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