This is the story that made me want to be a writer:
My great-great-grandfather
(whose name I still haven't gotten out of my mother)
was a shoemaker in Adnet, Austria.
One evening,
he was on his way home from
delivering and getting paid for
a pair of lady's wedding shoes.
At the tunnel in the mountain along the road,
he was jumped, robbed and killed by a local man
who was never punished.
