It began in the autumn of 1980…
I was in Vienna and the weather was freezing cold. Outside in the street the wind cut through my thin raincoat as if it weren’t there. I walked with my shoulders hunched and my hands stuffed deep inside my coat pockets. My fingers felt numb. I was so cold that I could hardly think; even my brain felt frozen. I was shivering involuntarily and uncontrollably.
It was dusk. The skies were dark with rain to come and in the early evening gloom the bright lights of the cafe seemed especially warm and promising. I love the cafes of Vienna and Paris.…
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Source: Dr Vernon Coleman - MB ChB DSc Read the original article here: https://vernoncoleman.org/
