My grandfather grew up in Salzburg. He came to Munich in 1954 for a job at a printing press and he lived in Munich for the next sixty-eight years, but every December for those sixty-eight years he went back to Salzburg for the Christmas market. He said the Munich markets were fine. He said the Salzburg ones were home.
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Beautiful.
Taking your daughter for the first time this year. That is the moment the story becomes hers too.
The honey man's son. The mulled wine family's cousin. Continuity through small changes. Beautiful.