You tried to convince your family that if you went to Vienna with a violin case and a thousand shillings in your pocket, everything would be fine. It seems that the only sillier phrase would be "The Earth is flat," and you blindly believed in it. Mom and Dad were tearing his hair out.

In fact, you already had some foundation: an old friend Mirek, and a thousand shillings. you were planning to find a job in Vienna at the first few days. Well... God with you. with a trip on a bus, you got to Vienna and somehow managed to tear your eyes away from all that you saw in the guidebook. Vienna City Hall, Karlskirche, Belvedere... You were already filled with the inspiration that musicians usually get when they think of the young genius Wolfgang... so far, everything has been going well, even when you moved in with Mirek.

he did not live alone, but with Lothar. They lived in a house with a shared toilet for all the tenants, and had to pay two thousand shillings a month. Mirek and Lothar comforted you, convincing that you could integrate into the stream of life, but you immediately felt a pang of insecurity, especially after talking to Werner. There can be no adviser worse than a surgical student from Stuttgart, who earns his living by lecturing on philosophy and suffers from kleptomania. he spoke in riddles that made your head spin, he was always joking, but in general he gave you the impression of the student freedom and poverty you dreamed of so much...

— Huh? You're shaking like a fashionista in Siberia. — Lothar felt uneasy when he saw the consequences of your first day working as a street musician. no violin, no case, no money. just a shamefacedly lowered head and sniffles. after explaining the situation, he almost collapsed on the floor laughing.

— Well, you can consider that you have completed the course of a young fighter. Yes, you've sacrificed a lot, but you can be sure that your sacrifice wasn't in vain. After all, if it weren't for the sacrifices, we would never have become who we are, right?