The same spot, the same traveller, on the same bridge.

On the Mozart Bridge in Salzburg.

Only, three decades have passed in between. Between May 1994 and May 2016.

A lot of water has flown through the Salzach over these long, long years,

And the traveller, no longer the young man of 1994, has also flown along with his own, eventful life.

What thoughts must he have been thinking as he stood on that same bridge, at the same spot, nearly 30 years later, revisiting all the golden memories of his carefree youth?

I am not sure …              … only, I am now convinced that if you can make yourself want something with forceful passion--- you are going to achieve it.

To me, the moment seems historic.