The stories happened in a city in which most of it's noblest and most reputative heritage has turned into nothing but placative touristic attraction a long time ago. A city with a wonderful and harmful burden of the history, with the sweet scent of decadence just like the taste of opium. In such a city a L-world does exist. 

Vienna has formed me and given me a complexity that hasn't been easy to deal with. 

That's about my idea of a memoir