One day, at the end of the last century, walking through the Hietzing cemetery in Vienna, the future Nobel Prize in Literature, the Hungarian writer
Imre Kertész
saw how well cared for it was.
There lie the writer
Grillparzer
;
the painter
Gustav Klimt
, who died of the Spanish flu precisely a century ago, in 1919;
the architect Otto Wagner;
or
Engelbert Dollfuss
the Chancellor of Austria (1932-1934), assassinated by a Hitler fanatic.
He was forty-one years old.
Kertész came after having passed,
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