Chasing Amadeus

A paperchase through Salzburg, Austria.

A winter story.

Chasing Amadeus – Epilogue

Isla, January 27th, 2018 The scent of lavender bit her nose, irritating more than it calmed her. Still, she fought to keep her breath steady, guiding big gulps of the flowery scented air into her lungs, convincing herself that this situation was not at all out of the ordinary. She was not hyperventilating in her seat; she was not digging her fingernails into the skin of her palms; and…
Vienna
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Chasing Amadeus – Finale

Finn, December 24th, 2017 Finn couldn’t help but think back to the first time he had ever told the Mozart story, exactly ten years ago this date. Back then, his grandfather had made him do it and while Finn also remembered the nervousness and anxiety that had come with the commitment, it was now one of the things he was most grateful for. Over the years, telling this story…
Salzburg
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Chasing Amadeus – Fourteen

Isla, December 8th, 2017 It was almost midnight, when the little group opened the doors to the third – and final – location indicated in Oliver’s poem and Isla was visibly exhausted. After they had had no difficulties finding the first envelope in the House for Mozart, they had taken their time looking through the rest of the concert hall and had even stayed for a while watching an…
Salzburg
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Chasing Amadeus – Thirteen

Isla, December 8th, 2017 “But, isn’t that cheating?” “Definitely not, we are just gathering information. It’s like going to the library!” “Except it’s not a library” “Well, it almost is. If the library was a person, it would live right here – come on”, Isla wasn’t convinced. She hadn’t stopped chewing her lower lip since Finn had told her about this new plan and felt increasingly nervous as the…
Salzburg
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Chasing Amadeus – Twelve

Isla, December 6th, 2017 My dearest Isla, There’s one and then there’s two and three, yes, there’s still much more to see, in this lovely little town, which for music gained renown.   Where the horses used to prance, and a bunch of people dance, every year high on the stage, that’s where you’ll get another page.   Then the next stop – bitte sehr, is the house of…
Salzburg
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