So much of my life now is consumed by the medicine business. I'm hypertense, overweight, diabetic, balancing poorly, and had a minor heart attack in Buenos Aires a couple years ago. On some days I can barely remember my phone number. On the plus side, I've lost a lot of weight.

I've been in emergency rooms all over the western world and let me tell you something: in the US, we don't do it so good. If you asked any European to swap their health care for an American-style system, they'd laugh in your face.

I'm still working, still walking, still enjoying food and family, friends, books and movies, music, the creative life. I take it a day at a time like everybody else.

A "stumbling stone" embedded in the pavement outside of our building in Vienna. There were too many to count in the sidewalks of our neighborhood. Rough translation:

IN MEMORY OF 44 JEWISH WOMEN AND MEN AND A BOY WHO LIVED IN THIS HOUSE AND WERE DEPORTED BY THE NAZIS. ONLY ONE OF THEM SURVIVED.

REGINE POLITZER, 6.12.1864
ON 10.9.1942 DEPORTED TO THERESIENSTADT
IN OCTOBER 1942 AT TREBLINKA MURDERED

CHAJE GOLD, 22.4.1893
ON 23.11.1941 DEPORTED TO KOWNO
ON 29.11.1941 MURDERED

SOLOMON GOLD, 28.9.1886
ON 23.11.1941 DEPORTED TO KOWNO
ON 29.11.1941, MURDERED

SOFIE GOLD, 22.3.1917
ON 23.11.1941 DEPORTED TO KOWNO
ON 29.11.1941 MURDERED

The stones are installed at the last place where the people involved chose freely to reside. I've come across them in Amsterdam and Berlin as well, and find them incredibly effective in their purpose. Read the history of the memorials here: stolperstein