by Kateri Kramer Giuseppe Pelette 1. In Vienna, a city of ghosts, amidst linen-colored marble, it wasn’t the unfamiliarity that discomforted me, but knowing this city of ornate architecture painted in splashes of gold and seafoam green is also the place where on a freezing November night, glass littered the streets reflecting the faces of 117,000 Jews. Their shoes crunched the glass of synagogue windows they’d never pray in again. My father never visited Vienna with me; he i