A hairy night
It was autumn in 1991, Golfer and I travelled to Europe. Our itinerary was landing in Munich, spent a few nights there, then head over to Salzburg for the Mozart Festival; spending a week in Vienna, taking overnight train to Berlin for the Rembrandt exhibit, then drive down slowly to Frankfurt visiting the Hardings, making few overnight stops on the The Castle Road. Everything was nicely planned out and seemed very routine. After a gorgeous week in Wien, between Opera, chess tourney (held in the City Hall, right behind our hotel and the Polgar sisters were playing), caf
