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I had heard of Mozart earlier, mostly through his works. An odd symphony tune would come up as an inspiration for a Bollywood song, or would be used as a background score. I had also heard of Salzburg, the birthplace of Mozart, in Austria. So, the temptation was there to explore the artist through his works and to try to touch his roots through the city, where he had taken his very first breath. As per schedule, me and my nephew started for Salzburg from Villach in a train. I had mentioned earlier - the trains in Austria ran on time and were clean, neat and in order. Much like the trains of Netherlands. The movie through the train-windows that I had been enjoying for the past few days continued further. Some breathtakingly picturesque views from the train onlooking the ridges and mountains kept our eyes and hearts busy. Those small buildings in between! How do the inmates keep their focus on their chores! If I were there, I would have done nothing but gaze the surroundings. It was a ho...

[Continued from part 1] "Morning shows the day!" - we know of this saying. Often in travels I have seen this statement come true. There is a certain charm that a fresh, new day brings and when I am out of house, I feel this much more. Sometimes the freshness stays on, sometimes I need to make an effort to keep it that way. Nevertheless, a tune for the entire day is set by how the sun wakes up, or the rain drizzles or the snow-cover paints its colour or the strong wind blows through the soul. The next morning started meeting my nephew. My father would say - the younger generation is per default more knowledgeable, more reflective and more skilful than you are. I have believed in his statement. This is one of the reasons I feel at ease with my juniors. In this case I was in the company of an intellectual, erudite mind who had travelled far in life to come to continue his inquest in one of the most prestigious research firms in Austria. The breakfast was a schooling session for ...